Old Soul Books Novels & Stories

His eyes turned toward Olivia, who was stepping out of the kitchen carrying a birthday cake that read Happy Birthday, Niko! Inside the house, Joe was busy organizing a fresh stack of books that had just arrived from the printer. On the cover, bold letters read: Voice from the Darkness – A Story of Hope and Love in the Storm. The book had become a symbol of their journey—a testimony to love, pain, and healing that wasn’t always smooth, but always real. Joe’s eyes welled up as he stared at the cover. On the dedication page, he had written: > For those who were once lost in the dark… may you find the voice to come back.

"By the way, Senior, there's one more thing I want to ask you." "You want to ask about the Soul-Breaking Pill, don't you?" The old man chuckled. Samuel said, "Yes." The old man patted Samuel on the shoulder. "You'll understand everything when it's time. Remember, do what you want." As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly disappeared in front of Samuel. Then, the whole world began to shake violently again. At this time, in the sky, the old man's voice rose from somewhere, "Child, remember, the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book is the best place for you to cultivate."

The shell was harder, but her heart and soul were still as beautiful as they had been back then. Heart and soul? I blew out a breath, shaking my head softly. If any of my club brothers ever heard me say those words out loud they wouldn't let me hear the end of it. But I could think them because they were true. Iris was beautiful, but it had never been just her looks that had attracted me to her. It had been her. All of her.

FINAL DAY OF THE AWAKENING Chaos’s P.O.V I was awoken by the beating of drums and the echoes of a chant you rarely heard even back in our home realm. A chant that was as old as time itself. I turned to find Xavier leaning against the headboard with his eyes squeezed shut.

Rosenthal to me? Right then, the door behind me squeaked open, causing my heart to skip a beat. My arms shot up, pointing the gun in the direction of the door. I peered in to find the bedroom empty. Bracing myself, I entered slowly with dread pumping through my veins. Her bedroom was home to an endless collection of books, and a double-wide bookcase, covering the majority of the wall, held an extensive variety of the occult genre. Interesting... Mrs. Una Rosenthal was a woman with secrets. Dark ones.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

She learned nothing new from books dating back to the 19th century at the oldest. She found the book she wanted not in a library. It was crammed in piles of one of the Block 71’s book vendors. A dilapidated book–with pages torn–containing ancient tales. The bookseller elf, in a gown, asked for a book so thin a price that nearly forced her soul out of her body. “A dirty secret vampires don’t want to see another daylight,” she laughed.

Stralath hummed a human song as the elevator slid below ground, and Cleona shot him a strange look which he ignored. He liked earthling music which showed creativity and spirit. He'd stayed up late scrolling the internet and uploaded an extensive playlist to the "insight device" attached to his skull. Coco cleared her throat, and he reluctantly tapped the disc behind his ear, shutting off the rhythmic sound waves rolling through his mind. "The fisheri won't talk, and we've tried everything short of torture." Coco rocked back on her heels.

“…appears to be an Origin Book.” Cold spread instantly through the room. Even the sanctuary lights dimmed slightly. I frowned. “What exactly does that mean?” Order answered this time. “Origin Books are ancient records created before the kingdoms fully separated.” His silver gaze darkened. “They contain foundational knowledge.” That sounded dangerous immediately. Chaos snorted softly. “That is the polite way of saying catastrophic information.” Hunter crossed his arms. “What kind of catastrophic?” Silence stretched for one terrible second. Then Sol answered quietly. “It contains information on how to create bonds.”

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she