Soul Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

Drawing upon the very core of her being, Luna summoned a surge of celestial energy that consumed her. In a blinding flash of light, Luna merged with the malevolence, sacrificing herself to save her pack and the hidden realm from its clutches. The tower shook with the force of their collision, and an explosion of energy reverberated throughout the land. As the dust settled, silence descended upon the hidden realm. The darkness receded, replaced by a newfound sense of tranquility. Luna's sacrifice had purified the malevolence, restoring balance to the realm and freeing her pack from their tormented state.

They splashed water on the bonfire — declaring war and death if the ‘Word of Honor’ is not met. “10 years ago, you promised me one of your daughters, George Starling.” Alpha Kevin growled, long claws growed on his fingers. “I am here to claim that promise.” Corinthian tried to stop the word of honor from happening. In the end, the noble steed of our pack was killed. Now here I am. I was prepared to surrender. But this… this is too much! "Can you stop staring at me?” I whispered, voice trembling in shame and anger. “Can you… can you please leave and give me some time. Alone. I just —”

“ 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.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

"Little people like us mean nothing in this world." "Little people like us." Asher repeated. "You mean the average working man?" "More or less." Sarah responded taking a sip of her drink. "Those of us who weren't born in this world." Shifting his golden gaze to Sarah Asher lifted an eyebrow. "Does social hierarchy truly matter though?" Surpressing a laugh Sarah touched Asher's shoulder. "Do you know why Summer and Michael are getting married even though it is clear they don't love each other?"

The gratitude for everyone who contributed to his life was too strong for Adelard to ever say, "I'll never trust people again." No, he remained the same. And even then, when a new life met him and even when he opened the book about his life. It was a heavy book, like his life, with his face on the cover. It was a book that kept everything about his family and about him. It was also a history of humanity. More precisely, human nature. Namely, the nature of person, who always wants to destroy the kindness, to insult and make suffer the one who is willing to do anything for the good of others. This book is not only about a person who was able to remain human after all that people have done, but

I have no one, no one cares enough about me but that's okay and this is why I suggest getting yourself a therapist, a good therapist. "Well nowadays finding a good therapists is hard and when you finally find one, it might cost you more than you budgeted which is why I'd be sharing free copies of my book on mental awareness and you can reach out to me at the end of this event if you're in need a good therapist that doesn't cost much, I know few.

“So all of this… her controlling Noah, pushing for the marriage, hunting us… it’s not about politics. It’s not even really about Nadia. It’s about stealing the spirit inside my brother.” “Yes,” Elias said. “And she is running out of patience. The spirit is fighting her here, because this place calls to its true nature. She will not wait much longer.” I scribbled frantically. HOW WILL SHE BREAK THE WARD? SHE CAN’T WITH JUST WOLVES. Elias looked at the captured scout, then back at the cave entrance, toward the thudding sounds. His face paled. “A soul-witch’s greatest power… is sacrifice. She can use a living life force, a will, as a key to break magic.”

I'm at a loss for words, and even this is a form of dying. I find solace in the silence, the simplicity of it, how it can hold so much in so little. There's an infinite distance between me and the people that surround me. They're oblivious to all the mechanisms a person can resort to, to hurt another. I can discern from their posture that neither Devin nor Henry killed before. There's a sudden fading in the brilliance of the eyes, a warmth replaced by freezing ice. It's fair, really, with each soul I reaped, a piece of mine withered and died. An appropriate punishment, a soul for a soul.

"It’s a theft of the soul. It requires a drop of blood and a vessel—something to hold the stolen power. It leaves a scent of sulfur and rot on the one who takes it. Why are you digging in this grave?" "Because someone stole my life," I said, the surge of dark energy from earlier thrumming in my veins. Carl hadn't just gotten lucky. He’d found someone—a shadow-fixer, a rogue sorcerer—and they had systematically gutted me to build him up. I didn't just want to be the sacrifice anymore. I wanted the four days. I wanted to find the vessel. I wanted to rip my life back out of Carl’s throat and show the Hale family the monster they’d been coddling.