Souls Of Steel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ 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.”

Maverick’s jaw tightens beside me. “The Moon Goddess only grants the bond under specific conditions,” the Elder says. “Two wolves must lose their fated mates through tragedy. Their souls must remain broken long enough for the bond to awaken.” Jax becomes restless instantly. “Broken souls,” he mutters darkly. “But the bond comes with a price,” Elder Miriam whispers. “Every time it has appeared throughout history… disaster followed.” My heartbeat speeds up painfully. “What kind of disaster?” Maverick asks quietly. The Elder’s expression darkens.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧

*Thrum* Aegeus’s expression changed hearing the gentle humming of Aegis in his heart. The silent whistling of his Soul Weapon informed him that he couldn’t call it back! Aegis couldn’t be recalled to his side! “It is damaged?!” Aegeus was stunned by the revelation. As a Soul Weapon it was difficult for Aegis to receive any damage. Even against an Ascender or a god, Aegis would be capable of putting up a fight. It wasn’t an invincible weapon, but it wasn’t one to be easily done in. This wasn’t specific to only Aegis; it was this way for all other Soul Weapons. Every Soul Weapon the world had ever seen boosted of incredible durability; they were nearly impossible to destroy or damage!

Her lungs burned with the thick, black sulfur-steam of the chasm, her long hair, now heavily streaked with sovereign silver, whipping violently across her face as she surveyed the absolute carnage of the layout. ​The three distinct front lines of her life had collided in a single, subterranean slaughterhouse. ​To her left, the giant, silver-furred form of Gideon, the ghost who had financed Damon’s empire with his own archived flesh, was a vortex of frantic, silver-and-steel violence. He was tearing through the zinc-plated armor of the First Register's iron automatons, his jaws dripping with black machine grease as he fought to clear a path toward his younger brother. But the automated legion

✓✓✓Simeon Mateo, Alejandro Moreno, Alfonso Martinez and Diego Aguado✓✓✓ "Hmmm interesting." She smirked. She checked their pictures and their history together. Her smile faded wgeh she saw everything. "There's no way." She said unable to believe the coincidence. The files fell from her hands as she saw the group they belong to. THE BLUE DRAGONS That's what they always called themselves. She held her head as pain filled her and all her painful memories came back to her. Leonardo Acosta is one of them? She remembers they're the ones she's saw that night.

When it spoke, its voice was layered — thousands of tones speaking in perfect unison. “Why do you descend?” The reapers froze. The sound wasn’t heard so much as felt, vibrating through bone and thought alike. Veyra stepped forward, keeping her tone steady. “We seek the ones who stirred you.” “The Soulbound.” “Yes,” she said cautiously. “You know them.” The figure tilted its head. “Know? I remember them.” The walls trembled, and golden veins flared brighter. Soreth’s grip on his weapon tightened. “Where are they?” Veyra demanded.

Three months changed everything. Not in a loud, cinematic way. Not in explosions or blood or fight. But in slow, deliberate steps that rebuild empires. The Steel Vipers weren’t the same club they had been before the fall of Marco Delgado and before that night where lines blurred and unity ignited into something unbreakable. The clubhouse felt different now because someone had tightened every loose bolt and reinforced every weak beam. Ashley. And everyone damn well knew it. The sun beat down hot and merciless across the Nevada highway, glinting off the bikes polished metal. The Vipers lined up in formation, engines rumbling low, restless and hungry. Dust swirled under their tires.

I carefully open my eyes, and gasp as I take in my surroundings. I'm in a dark and dingy room. One little lamp in the corner and nothing else. It's dirty and stinks like urine. It plays at my overly sensitive stomach. I look down and see a number of fresh bruises coating me... what? I'm naked! Shit!! A large steel door swings open with a bang, and in walks none other than Soul. He must be here to take my soul! He gives an evil grin at me, throwing and catching a shiny silver gun.