Old Soul Books Novels & Stories

The gaps between entries got longer and longer, and he complained more and more about all the time he lost to his debilitating moods. The only thing that seemed to lift his spirits was finding a certain specialist bookseller. Matthew had continued to collect rare books on the occult, and he was always looking for book shops to sell the paper he wrote on the ancient forest. This bookseller not only took several copies of his paper, he also sold Matthew a unique grimoire by an unknown author. The grimoire fascinated Matthew, and he made notes on it in his journal. Sally couldn’t understand much of what he wrote, but she found one entry, towards the end of the journal, very interesting:

It was an old man who sat behind a wooden desk, one eye shielded by spectacles. The old man adjusted his spectacles, revealing his other eye; jet black with bulging veins around it. A ghoul. Damn. This wasn’t the friendly shopkeeper I remembered. “Quite the collection we have, isn’t it?” he said in a gentle voice. “Yeah, old books hold secrets. That’s why I love them,” I replied as my eyes wandered around the store. I wandered through the shelves, running my fingers over the spines until I spotted a small, dusty-looking book tucked away. Its cover read “Aurora Sparks.”

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At death, salt is left in a coffi n to help protect the soul from demons during its transition from Earth to the spirit plane. black book A magical handbook that provides instructions for traffi cking with spirits, including DEMONs and ANGELs; divination; and acquisition and use of supernatural powers. In some cases, possession of the black book itself bestows supernatural powers, wealth, or luck upon its owner. However, use of a black book usually backfi res with serious consequences.

Brianna said. “Well, where is it?” Elias asked and Brianna shook her head. I took a deep breath. I knew now what Caroline was talking about when she said I would have a reason to visit hell again. “I know where it is,” I said, and they both looked at me. “It’s in the land of the shattered souls.” THE END The Divine Order Series will Complete in Book 3 - The Gamma's Shattered Soul (Due for completion April 2024)

He shrugged his shoulders. “Why would you think that? Don’t you know that this pack in particular embraces all types of wolves?” I pointed toward his reading materials. “Ah yes, the books that were given to me to read.” He looked down not very impressed. “ I can’t say I truly believe this is how it is and it isn’t the way things have been told to me. I wonder if perhaps they were placed in my sell as a trick by say a little wolf to get me to talk?” He raised his eyebrow at me and I didn’t speak allowing him more room to speak. Something I had figured out about Gorm is liked to be the center of the room so if I was quiet enough he’d tell me things. “Although I’m not complaining I do enjoy you

Reading passages, finding nothing useful. Then Gray pulled out an old leather-bound book from the back of the highest shelf. "This one looks ancient," he said. The cover was cracked. The pages were yellowed and fragile. The text was written in an old script that was hard to read. But there. On page seventy-three. A chapter titled "The Resurrection of the Fallen." My hands shook as I read. "What does it say?" Gray asked. I read aloud. "To resurrect one who has fallen to mortal wounds but whose essence remains, three offerings must be made. The Mighty Alpha Soul. The Maiden Soul. And the Ancient Wolf Soul."

And something faintly metallic beneath it all. Blood. --- His fingers moved across worn spines until he found what he sought. Soul Vessels. Forbidden Possessions. Underworld Bindings. Kael pulled the heavy books free and placed them across a nearby table. The candles lit themselves automatically. He began reading. --- Hours passed silently. Only the sound of turning pages filled the room. Kael’s expression darkened more with every text. Some spoke of spirits entering weak bodies. Others described possession through mirrors, cursed artifacts, blood rituals.

"Go to sleep, Winnie. I promise that by the time you wake up, they will all be down in the depths of hell. Of course, if you want me to go down with them, I'll gladly do so, too." For some reason, I found that bitter voice to be quite familiar. It brought me right back to my high school days. So, I responded, "No. I want Finnie to live a good and long life…" Hot tears then splashed down onto my neck, like a seal on my skin.

Raff says. “Great, great Auntie? Or should there be another ‘great’ in there?” I ask. The old woman chuckles, “You worked it out! My sister missed quite the catch with that dragon of yours, of course I have my dragon back in The Otherworld. You are a lucky one to get them for mates! You are the key! They should mark you in the order that you met.” “Then Raff should be the first I’ve known him since college.” “Guess again,” she says.