Novelas y relatos de Old Souls

The Primal Old Devil said, “You are wrong again.” “What was that era?” “The era is correct, but what you are wrong about is that we aren’t dead gods. We are all living gods.” Noticing that the Primal Old Devil did not speak ferociously, Holly became slightly bolder and asked, “How can all of you not be dead when you are buried in this tomb? Only your souls are alive now, right?” The Primal Old Devil laughed heartily as he said, “Human girl, do you want to touch my toes? You will find out whether I am a soul or possess a physical body.”

When he finally caught up with him, he could see the steam blowing out of Ornais’ ears. “You are completely unaware of how important this is,”Ornais began. “Abigail’s soul is the one soul that could shift the balance and you are still playing the same games you did with all the others. Frankly it’s really starting to piss me off. You don't get it do you? This soul was set to be sent to hell, her path already chosen.” He finished. Daniel was confused if Abigail's soul was on a path to hell already. Why was he here? “What are you rambling about now?” He asked Ornais.

Just one of a million questions I desperately need answered. “You see, Oshmin is a God, and we Gods are from the cosmos. We do not have souls, we have essrams. Because I made you and your sisters from me, you too have essrams, same as raitruums. Essrams are a million times more powerful than souls. Animais can feel each other’s pain because their souls are connected, but when essrams are connected, the pain is truly shared in every way. You don’t just feel it, you live it. If one of you breaks a bone, both of your bones will break. If the bond is ever completed, you two will truly become one,” she explains.

The old me stood there for a minute until I walked to the side of the church, where I found myself entering a gift shop, though I wasn’t able to enter because of the strong force that’s keeping me outside. “I mean no harm,” The old me said to a young lady. “I just want to ask something, to know something. People talk, their stories lead me to you, you must be Mira.” “What does a Fear need in me?” "I need ingredients and spells to summon an angel." Summon an angel, I summoned an angel? I haven’t seen how, but the next picture told me that I did summon an angel.

The man voices out. “ That’s my full name? ” I wonder out aloud, disregarding what he said after taking my name. Their faces scream that they are not surprised by my behaviour at all. What else do they expect from an eighteen years old girl? “ You are not an eighteen years old girl. You are the Orpheuns! Ancient souls pass through you. You are a gateway between two very intricate worlds. ” The old woman finally speaks, her voice soft and her tone careful. I gulp the lump which forms in my throat.

However, when one soul was at peace, another was unconsciously seeking a resting place… At Acre Hills asylum, in the dead of night, the flashing shadow of a certain young man appearing in a gust of smoke, slowly approached the pale figure curled up into a ball at corner of the room, frantically chanting words of distress… “Honor the dead…. we must honor the dead…” Maxwell repeated as he rocked back and forth on the cold tiled floors, fear and anxiety echoing in his voice. “Dad! It’s time… come with me.” The hazy sound urged in a whispering tone. As if being called into the dark abyss, the fragile old man instantly stood up taking shaky steps, following alongside the familiar ghostly figure w

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”

"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.

The companions stood gaping at the scene before them, unable to comprehend how such a thing could happen. "What just happened, Mike?" asked Samuel in a low voice. "I'm not sure, Sam. It looks like the old woman has been using the remaining essence from the souls of the dead she-wolves to restore her youth," he replied, his eyes narrowing on Uma. "Young again! I'm beautiful," Uma said. She lowered her hand and grinned at Rylan and the gang. Her expression clearly showed that her mind had not recovered like her body. "Give Carolina back or I'll kill you," Rylan threatened as he raised his sword at the dark priestess.

– everyone says, laughing. - I want to introduce to you Alpha Antony Halls, Alpha Oliver Eagle's mate, and second alpha of the Green Wood Pack. Antony was an 18-year-old young man, blond with brown eyes, with an easy smile who looked at his lover with passion in his eyes. Oliver was twice his age, 36, and he had thought he was mateless all his life. His hope was that, because Antony had omega blood, he could give birth to a son soon. Male Omegas go into heat, and when their mate is an alpha, their body changes to receive their Alpha's seed.