Old Soul Books Novels & Stories

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

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All around Diana and Rudolph were books littered all over the place. In Diana's hand was a book titled, 'Soul Travel' while Rudolph had 'The Demonstration' in his hands. They had skimmed through so many books that not much was left. Diana was currently on a page about a wolf spirit, travelling to the in-between world to retrieve the soul of the human. Diana had been stuck on that chapter for a long time, trying to connect it to her case. The procedure would need an Oracle but all Werewolf Oracles were killed in the Reviving.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

one elder asked as he got up from his seat. “I'm here for those two,” he said as he staggered and pointed at us. “Those two?” the elder asked. “Well, don't worry about them. You should be more worried about your daughters, whom Kelvin and Lancaster are giving their lives for.” “What do you mean?” Henry Luther asked. “Go home, Henry,” Kelvin said as we walked away. “Take Ashley out of Westview and keep her safe.” … ====°====… {Thursday, a day to the blood moon}

“Go on…” “She didn’t stay here often, the old woman. But every time she came, she brought books for Hale. Crates of them, actually. Histories, old crafts, herbcraft, healing — and records of the East.” His voice drops. “I never went near them. Half the family thought she was mad, and the things she kept weren’t the kind of things you read for pleasure. But they’re still here. Locked in the old east library, gathering dust.” He pauses. “There might be something in them, Ember. About the East. About Caelora. Even about this — Maiden of the Long War your wolf named herself. Maybe… Maybe even something that might help with healing Rayana.” My heart is pounding. “You’d let me—”

My fingers trace along a few promising books like ritual studies, old magic, psychic links—I’m impressed by the things they keep here, but none of them contain the detail I need. I need to find more. I desperately scour through the whole place, careful not to break the dust that blankets the shelves, so no one will notice that someone sneaked in here. Then, my eyes drift to a manuscript tucked behind a set of other old books. The title along the spine reads: Soul Tethers and Mate Imprints. My pulse skips as I pull it out and flip through the pages. This must be it! I’ve never snatched a book this fast in my life. I find a secluded corner of the study and lower myself to the floor, book in ha

“I learned from Darius.” From several feet away, Darius called, “I heard that.” Onyx smiled. Luna did too. Something ordinary had returned between them. She had missed it. Silas appeared, carrying the ancient book. Luna immediately frowned. “No.” He stopped. “I haven’t said anything.” “You’re carrying the book.” “Yes.” “That usually means something terrible has happened.” “Not this time.” Darius joined them. “I don’t believe you.” Silas opened the book. The final message remained: THE OLD AGE IS COMPLETE. NOW DECIDE WHAT REPLACES IT. But underneath, something had changed. There was no new prophecy. No warning. No countdown. Only blank pages. Hundreds of them.

Brianna had the expression of someone who had been waiting for this exact moment and was not entirely comfortable with the role. "He's not wrong," she said carefully. "Elias's soul carries the marks of those bonds. Jax. The demon. Even though they're gone from his body, the impressions are still there. The Neverplain reads soul-signatures, and his is..." She paused, searching for the right word. "Distinctive. Unique. The remnants of those bonds connect him to that realm in a way that might actually make him more resilient there, not less." I stared at her. "You're taking his side."