Soulstice Briar Novels & Stories

Victoria and Alexander, hands still connected, stood before the celestial altar, ready to channel their intentions and partake in the ritual that would shape the destiny of Sterling Manor. In the climax of this celestial convergence, Victoria and Alexander, guided by the symbols on the walls and the cosmic resonance of the celestial beings, began the ritual. The ancient crystal at the heart of the altar responded, radiating a luminous glow that bathed the chamber in ethereal light. Scenes from the lives of Sterling Manor's residents played out in vivid displays, their destinies interwoven in a celestial dance.

It would also act as an alarming device if anybody stepped over the line and broke the circle. Violet could not give Brianna an amulet or a talisman to wear as a bracelet or necklace because it would likely get lost when she shifted, so instead, she wrote a sigil on Brianna’s arm using a combination of the most common household items that Brianna already had on the kitchen counter. Violet mixed several herbs together, binding them with olive oil. And though it was a temporary spell, something the witch might have to do repeatedly, Bree could immediately feel the tincture getting absorbed into her skin. The feeling of security wrapped around her as she thought of Bran.

In her grief and love, Autumn decided to build a shrine in Luma's memory. Beneath the gnarled branches of an ancient willow that swayed like a dancer behind Mirabella Estate, Autumn knelt on the damp earth, straining against the weight of stones as she gathered them, her palms raw and bloodied from the effort. One by one, she chiseled intricate soul sigils into their surface—each marking a symbol of remembrance, protection, and the hope of return. The stones wove together into a cairn that resonated softly with magic, fragile yet unwavering in its strength.

It was a mix of my starlight and Alaric's dark power. The crack didn't grow. The glass held. I was halfway across. I could see Alaric’s eyes. They weren't cold anymore. They were wide, watching me with something that looked like hope. But then, Morgana moved. She pulled a small silver whistle from her belt and blew a silent note. Suddenly, the soul link in my head snapped. The connection to Alaric was gone. The golden light under my feet vanished. Crrr-ack! The glass floor beneath me shattered into a thousand pieces. I screamed as I felt the air rush past my ears. I was falling. The obsidian spears were rushing up to meet me.

” Artemis said. “We really don’t have time to play hopscotch, find a path through this infernal barrier, so we can get Briar, and get the hell out of Dodge!” Dove looked Artie in the eyes with so much hope…how could he say no? “It’s settled, Briar is the only one who can safely show us how to get these flowers!” Dove stomped the ground in frustration. A dull thud came from under their feet. Stryxx started, “Dove, don’t…”

Kallie purred. Eliza, who was twenty-three and had grown up watching her brother become increasingly burdened by a Luna the pack had never accepted, had been receptive to every word of it. By the time the party was in full swing she had constructed a complete and detailed picture of Briar as a dragging weight on everything Vivienne cared about. I love it when they do the work themselves, Kallie said. Then Briar walked in. She was wearing something that fit. Her hair was down. She crossed the room and went directly to the gift table and set her wrapped box down carefully.

A storm began to gather on the horizon — light bleeding from the wasteland into the sky. > Go, Soulbound. The cycle wakes again. The Pale One stepped back, its form dissolving into a thousand threads of light that wove themselves into the air. Avery blinked — and the wasteland vanished. She was falling, the current of the Vein screaming around her, light twisting into shadow. Kael’s voice echoed faintly, reaching for her through the tether. Then — silence. And the world began to rebuild itself around her.

“Then we’ll just have to be faster.” By dawn, we were already on the move again. The mountain range stretched endlessly before us, every ridge sharper than the last, each step echoing with exhaustion. The path narrowed as we descended into the valley below, where the air grew warmer and thick with mist. Strange black flowers bloomed along the cliffsides—flowers that glowed faintly blue when touched by the sun. Aaron stopped to pluck one. “Well, at least the apocalypse has nice landscaping.” Sylra smacked his hand. “Those are soul blooms. They grow on the graves of forgotten spirits.”

She asked quickly, her pulse instantly rising. Look up, but, please, don’t scream, implored Hayden. Cory slowly tilted her head upwards. She had to clasp her hands over her mouth to stifle her gasp. There were dozens upon dozens of Stormbringers of every shade, strip and spot, sleeping in the canopies and on the massive branches above. Even though they all had unique coats, each creature was dingy enough to blend in due to the marsh.

The curse was soul bound meaning the one who cast it is the only one who can undo it. Today we went to her school. We have been keeping an eye on her for some time. She goes by the name, Brielle. Brielle Johnson. Her appearance might be the same but a lot is different as well. I didn't want to be close to her so Julian took it upon himself to approach. We want to know if she remembers or past or if we dead wrong about the whole thing. There is a possibility that she and Blake coincidentally look alike River and Amaya. What are the odds?