Old Souls Mga Nobela at Kwento

so violent it simply cuts off the heads of these wolves He finished with them, so their cries rose, and everyone ran away from him His terrified eyes looked at Ardena to run towards her, making a sound in the ground from the force of his strikes to the ground Do not be afraid, my dear, for you have someone who can easily throw his soul to death so that your heartbeat can continue You have someone who is ready to become 'just a withered corpse' in order for you to bloom

The appearance of the Elder Wolves turned the morning into a funeral. These were not living creatures; they were the "Divine Relics" of the Council’s ultimate authority—monstrosities of clockwork and celestial fire, designed to hunt the Star-Born into extinction. The mechanical beasts landed on the slopes of the Silver Peaks, each impact creating an earthquake that shook the foundations of the Blackwood Keep. Their furnace-eyes scanned the courtyard, locking onto the violet aura of the Obsidian Vanguard and the gold-and-sapphire glow of Kaelen.

Dominic turned instantly, already moving, already reading the code. “That’s not Helix Crown,” I said. “No.” “Then who?” He didn’t answer until we were back in the war room. The screen displayed a single symbol. A crown, split vertically, bleeding light. Not Helix Crown. Older. Deeper. His voice lowered a fraction. “I was hoping they’d stay out of it.” “Who?” He looked at me, and for the first time since the war began... I saw true concern. “My family’s internal council,” he said. “They just activated sovereign override.”

I remember the witch’s words clearly as if yesterday. “She has no mate, Sire. She’ll never have a mate.” “Why?” My mom asked. “Either he died or she’s the odd-soul.” “What’s an odd-soul?” Dad inquires. “They are the lone souls, very rare. They are not anchored to any other soul and their lives are short.” “That means...” I hear my dad trail off and it didn’t take me long to understand what it meant. “Yes, she’ll die young...” “I am so excited for the party!” I snap out of the old memory as soon as I hear Grace squeal excitedly. I let out a small grunt before stuffing my mouth with more mashed potatoes.

****okay so last chapter Devon got a little frisky with Jennifer. This chapter is all about her and how her feelings for Jennifer developed. This chapter gives a whole new outlook to Soulmates but that is all I'm saying. You have to read in order to find out... Hehehehe enjoy**** Devon POV junior year of high school...

- I say venomously. "You shouldn't... trust... blindly..." - her eyes are dilated now, and I've had enough. Releasing her, she falls on her chair. She puts her hand on her neck, coughing violently. I sigh, it is just a waste of time. I turn towards the door and with quick steps I walk through the room. My hand is on the handle when her voice stops me. "Her twin soul will do anything to destroy you. Find the reason and a solution for it before the Blood Master comes for you!" - I turn sharply, looking into her opal eyes. Was I mistaken or it sounded like a prophecy?

She was the planet's oldest entity, keeping herself alive by stealing souls from others. Though she claimed to have discovered another way to live through meditation, it was unclear whether she still took souls from the innocent. Selling my soul would destroy not only me but the entire pack. Was it the appropriate option to sacrifice the entire pack for the sake of two individuals? I bit my tongue, torn by the consequences of losing my soul. Elodie was the original oak, formed when my father gathered other members as oaks to establish a pack. "I'm not sure if my father would be alive today, would you have dared to make such a demand?" I pondered aloud.

Olivia told me in a calm and friendly tone. “Yes, Emily, you’re right. For a long time, I thought you were a ruthless, soulless woman. To me, a woman who doesn’t soften when she sees another woman hurt is honestly a soulless monster. For a long time, I sought you out, wanting to get revenge on you for Mary and our baby. Only when I first saw you, everything went to hell. Your soft face, gentleness and demeanor gave me much to think about. My intuition told me you were not the coldhearted female I was seeking.”

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

'She' said. "One by one, you followed everything up as it should be. Even your long time enemy who you had changed into a beast to wonder the face of the earth thought that he was going to have his revenge. Little did he know that we were only using him. And now he is dead and gone." 'She' said. "As beasts do not have souls." I said, completing her words. "And how about that herbal woman? I just laughed at her naive behavior. She hadn't even suspected a thing." 'She' said and laughed out loudly.