Soulsborne Book Novels & Stories

**This is the third book in the Guardians Next Generation Series. It can be read as a standalone book but will have references to events that occurred in Shattered Bonds. This book will run in a parallel timeframe to Shattered Bonds. Events in this book will overlap with events in that book. Maeve Three Years Ago

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.

But then after a meeting with rich bastards who were big names in the film industry, I smelled a strange kind of blood. It wasn't sweet like humans were once upon a time, or intoxicating like faes. It wasn't even salty, it was totally and unnaturally inert. I had to check it out, but I wasn't sure why was it so strong. Even felt pulsating. The scene I arrived at, shocked me. Hunters had her. Bulky, evil kind of hunters. Those who you don't mess with even if you have a bad reputation among supernaturals. But I never cared about my life so why would I start at that time?

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

I remembered sneaking down here with Azaria when we were barely older than the twins, laughing while reading half-forbidden scrolls about soul-binding, shape-altering, time-bending. She had always been drawn to the impossible. Maybe that’s why she’d become it. --- We pulled the old tomes from the inner chamber. Books of soul-tethering, dream walking, magical imbalance restoration. The children turned pages and the palms of their hands were dusty black, they radiated with intent. “Look at this,” Aiden said, pointing to a passage. “It’s about latent flames when a soul doesn’t die, but hides inside an elemental state.” I scanned the passage. “It’s possible… but extremely rare. They say only a V

And now I'm ready for whatever comes next. I turn toward the tunnel exit. Toward the surface. Toward the people waiting. Toward my future. But as I take the first step, something shifts. Deep in the earth. Beneath the vault. Something ancient responding to the bonding. A presence. Massive. Old. Waking. Not the stone. Something else. Something that's been sleeping under Iron Valley for centuries. And my bonding just woke it up. --- **[End of Chapter 146]**

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

he calls back, his voice echoing. I skim the pages faster now, searching for a single entry that explains the dates—a mention of a spell, a legacy, anything. But the pages only detail visits. Rituals. Notes about the water’s regenerative properties. About the difficulty of reaching out to the "Great Ones." My fingers tighten around the leather binding of the book. The sound of Soren’s footsteps fades into a rhythmic tapping before disappearing entirely as he moves farther down the walkway. The pool behind me is calm again, the moonlight steady and silver on its surface, looking like a mirror to another world.

He reached into the symbol, pulling out an old leather bound book. "This, my dear, is a very important grimoire, it's written in ancient Irish Gaelic. Duibhne will have to read it and explain what it says. The book contains all of your Shadowsoul bloodline spells and curses, including the remedies," he said solemnly as he slid the large book across the table to me. I was about to touch the old book when my mother invaded my thoughts screaming about the grimoire.

Martha asked. “Sven’s.” Martha looked up at her. “Are you serious?” “Found them at the manor. Figured we needed them more than he did.” Martha opened one book, flipping through the pages. Ava moved around her to have a look at the book that she came in to see the other woman reading. “Eternal Light,” Ava said. “Prevent the whole shadows taking souls thing.” “Sven’s grimoires should have more powerful incantations.”