Souls Headband Novels & Stories

The moment I walk in the door I feel a hard hit to the back of my head, blacking out. I woke up with my head throbbing. I try to reach and rub the back of my head, but I couldn't move my hands. I look down and see I'm restrained to a chair by duct tape. I look at my waist and I'm thankful for wearing a belt. Why you may ask? I can use my belt to cut through the tape and escape. By the looks of it, I'm still at the abandoned house. Thankfully I told Caroline and Jamie where I was going.

she protested, not wanting the omega’s efforts to go to waste. Ciel rolled his pale white eyes. “You can keep the bandage on when I’m done.” He placed her hand over the injury, and a bright white glow wrapped around it warmly, and before her widening eyes, the wound sealed, vanishing through her skin like there was nothing there in the first place. “That’s so cool.” she cooed. Ciel smirked and stood back on his feet.

That was the human way. She passed another shop displaying seashells strung together—crafted into jewelry. Miro's pod had a similar practice with old shells, and she fingered the shell bracelet on her wrist. Darghelm had given it to her in celebration of her training academy graduation. She never took it off—especially now when it gave her strength. He was probably freaking out. They must've realized that she was missing, and she ignored the guilt, knowing that her father would send out numerous search parties. She hadn't even left a note.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

Adele cast a spell upon her daughter and chanted a few words in Anayka's ears. Then she took out a golden band that had the spell imprinted on it from her pockets and gave it to Anayka. "Wear this and never remove it from your hands at any time. Once you remove the band, the spell will lose its power and we may never be able to control it again," She informed her. Anayka took the band from her mother and examined it in front of her eyes. It had a carving of a wolf and a hunter entangled with each other.

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

Jordyn's eyes were filled with remorse. “Another question: yesterday I shook this guy's hand, and instantly a red design appeared on his neck. What does that mean?” Glancing down at my teacup. She gave me these big googly eyes and said, “It's called a love flame. It is similar to the mate bond. He's soul-bound to you. He can see, hear, and feel what you are doing. If you allowed him to. Did he notice you were his mate?” She smiled at me.

The immortality bracelet must be feed with a soul from an alive body. "Now, I will make you pay for making it hard for me to get your precious soul." Purple Smoke broke into a manical laughter as though she had gone crazy. Her eyes glowed into purple and the hand on Ferlah's neck began to absorb her soul in a form of white glowing light. It traveled from Purple Smoke's hand through her arm and neck until her left arm and finally reached down the immortality bracelet on her left hand.

Ignorance was only going to make things worse, and the last thing I wanted was for this whole scenario to blow up into something it wasn't. “The hairband?” I asked again. “I thought I already knew.” “Yes.” He nodded. “I ran another test just to be sure.” The way he hesitated proved nothing had changed, but he handed the tablet to me anyway. “Its still the same thing.” Soren sighed, like he was disappointed in what he'd uncovered. “ the hairband is from Hunter's pack. I even ran extra tests, just to find genetic traces that proves it belongs to her.” I clenched my jaw as my fingers curled so tightly around the edge of the tablet, I nearly cracked it in half.

Each one pulsed with a soft light, waiting for its master. "How about this one?" Soren grabbed the smallest, dullest stone. "It suits your current station." "It's perfect," I nodded. He stared, clearly thrown off by my compliance. "And these," his voice grew more vicious. "A Soul Shroud, a Spirit Totem, an Eternal Portrait. If you're going to put on a show, might as well go all out!" "Fine." "You..." he glared at me. "What the hell is your game?"