Old Souls Novels & Stories

He said this and smiled at Adom. Adom just wanted to hug him. He was way too good for this world. He felt the tension and his nerves leave his body, and he laughed lightly. He could breathe again. “I'm so lucky to have you around. I had a reason not to tell anyone. Uhm. I'm an omega."Adom continued. “and? Is that a bad thing? I think omegas are the strongest gender there is.” Jack said, scooted closer to Adom, and put his hand on his shoulder.

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

Dawn came in and sun rays were coming into the room through the window. Touching his eyes. He opened his eyes there was sun in the sky, shining and birds were twittering, cold breeze was moving in the air and few birds were cooing. It seemed like everything here was lullabying him to get him back to peaceful sleep and greeting him in this beautiful and lovely valley. He got up from the couch, rubbed his eyes and turned to counter. There he found some tall, young fella was standing behind the counter.

“Those souls are consecrated—” “They belong to me now.” Isadora snapped her fingers. The woman flew backward into a pillar with a sickening crack. The vault creaked open. Inside: rows of silver flasks, glowing with trapped light. Pure celestial essence. Thousands of souls, bottled and bound. Isadora stepped inside with reverence, eyes shining. “My darlings,” she whispered. “Time to come home.” The ground trembled. “You will not leave with them,” came a deep voice—ancient, angry. One of the Elders had arrived, descending in a swirl of celestial gold. His wings unfolded, massive and brilliant, and his eyes burned with divine fire.

It was the wail of something twisted beyond life and death. Jon spun around, sword drawn. "Positions!" he barked, voice sharp. The villagers screamed as shapes began to form in the mist—phantoms, monstrous wolves stitched from soul magic and hate. Their bodies flickered, half-real, but their teeth were very real indeed. The Order. Even after defeat, they had not fallen. They had unleashed a final weapon—souls ripped from unwilling bodies, forced into ghostly beasts of war. The phantom wolves descended on the village in a frenzy.

“I faced her in the void. I offered her peace. We merged… or so I thought.” “You brought a shadow into the waking world,” the oldest said. “That part of you was never meant to return.” “But I couldn’t leave her there,” I said. “She was me.” “Then you must finish what the gods started,” the middle one rasped. “You must confront her again. In the realm of roots.” “The what now?” Kael asked, brows raised. “The place inside. Beneath the mind. Where soul and spirit tangle.” I nodded slowly. “I’ll do it.”

The last thing I heard was the sound of the helicopter's propellers before I blacked out. When I opened my eyes, I saw Kelvin kneeling before the elders of the shadow clan. Two elders from the order of shadows, two from the order of wolves, and the oldest member of the shadow clan. They seemed to be arguing about something inaudibly, so I staggered to my feet to make out what they were saying. “….you won't enjoy killing me as much as you would enjoy what I'm about to propose,” Kelvin said. “What do you propose?” the oldest member of the clan asked.

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

It required unparalleled talent, understanding, opportunity, and resources. "You think forming a Sword Soul's prototype can change the outcome? So naïve!" the elder spat, his words laced with disdain. Chase remained expressionless. His deep, dark eyes showed no trace of emotion. A cracking sound echoed inside him. The silver orb in his core solidified, radiating an even more dazzling brilliance. It glowed like a crystalline sphere, emanating silvery light as if forged from pure moonlight. "Sword Soul, awaken!" The elder's face twisted in horror. His disbelief was palpable. A mere martial immortal forming a perfect-level Sword Soul was beyond comprehension.

As for the packs, that number increases to over 90,000 able-bodied fighters. Besides, with Aura, Orion, Celeste, Fenrir, Kodiak, Chaos, Atticus, and Gaia’s mates, wolves. Well, these wolves are the most powerful in the world. So it looks like Sephone won’t stand a damn chance. Not forgetting Dragus and the members of the Supernatural Council. She needs to understand who the real queen is, and that is me. I may be human, but she will realise that it doesn’t matter if I am or not. She can’t win.