Soul Contracts Book Novels & Stories

I asked, my hands flipping the contract to the first page where the client information is. “The burning hot bachelor that everyone’s been trying to get their filthy paws on. The CEO of Renox, Brandon Byronhill!” Justin announced excitedly. At the exact same moment, my eyes landed on the name and photo of the man in question. I gasped in shock and dropped the contract onto the table like it was made of burning hot metal. My heart jumped into my mouth, and I felt a wave of nausea. “How much is he willing to pay?” I asked in a whisper.

Aaaa, what happened why I suddenly said yes and signed the contract? “What happened?! Don’t wait for me to repeat my question!” she shouted, I glared at her. She’s so loud! Ugh! Everything is stressing me out! I pulled her closer to me, “Tell me you won’t get loud.” Her eyebrows met, “What?” I licked my lower lip, I’m having a second thoughts if I’m going to tell her the truth about Paul. “I really didn’t go to bookstore earlier. I went to see Paul,” I said with my low voice.

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

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.

With her sinister smile and twisted mind, she immediately, but carefully steps right inside as she walks towards the darkness, with the door shutting close and the pentagrams vanish along with the door with the access to that unknown. “Well then, how should I play with this game right now?” Witnessing and deliberately holding the contract that sealed the future of the book and the particular world of Death Reincarnate. He laughs hysterically and hellishly in a tone of the hell’s king, where the chapter closes and He had now had the puppet for the future loops. “NEXT!”

He glares at me trying to read me. “Fine, but only if Jennifer is the one who does the suppression spell.” He nods a yes to me, and unlike the secret blood oath I took with my Beta and his mate this morning we write out a contract. We both agreed that this oath would stay between the two of us, but we wrote in that we were allowed to share this with our two most trusted inner circle members. We also both agreed that because we have no idea who took her from my pack only the six of us would be investigating the matter until we need back up.

Then she heard a child’s cry, a baby’s whimper, a husband’s calls, and a woman's screeches. She pulled back quickly touching her heart, "what the hell is that?!" Ena closed the book, exiting a deep sigh, "this book was never written. It wrote itself. What you heard was its ink, the souls it uses to carve each word. It captures every fear. Every last word. The tears that fell from its victims and with that it creates. We call this Soul Magic. The darkest in the world. Not one created, or that was at the beginning of time. No. This is one we created ourselves, one we fuel with our every breath. Do you want to destroy the book? You first must destroy the whole world, for as long as evil desires

She reached out, smoothing a stray lock of hair away from the girl's forehead, a small, triumphant smile playing on her lips. ​Zeke thought he was losing her forever. Xielle thought she was successfully escaping his world. But the universe had just ensured that neither of them would ever be truly free from the contract.

"A man named Silas has purchased Mia’s debt. In your world, he would be a loan shark. In mine, he is a Soul-Collector. He intends to harvest her to pay back the interest your grandfather owed. She is currently being held in the 'neutral' territory of the Iron Market." "You have to get her back," Elara pleaded, reaching out instinctively to grab his hand. His skin was like ice, but she didn't let go. "Please. You’re a Duke. You have the power." Vane looked down at her small hand gripping his. A flicker of something—amusement, perhaps, or a dark curiosity crossed his features. "I have the power, yes. But I am a demon of contracts, Elara. I do nothing for free. My previous contract with you cov

"I have never been a parent, but I have indeed raised a human child. When she was young, she was very weak, but with my meticulous care, she grew up very healthy. and beautiful. So please rest assured madam, I will take care of Gabriella like that child. If necessary, I will make a soul contract to prove my heart." The spirit contract is more terrifying than the magic contract or the blood contract. Once the covenant-maker is not sincere enough, the covenant can never be successfully established. If the contract is signed successfully but the signer betrays the contract, that person's soul will be immediately withdrawn from the body and subject to the torment of hellfire for eternity. This p