Soulstice Briar Novelas e Histórias

She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation. Her fingers brushed against a worn leather journal, its edges frayed and its cover adorned with a beautiful emblem—a symbol she recognized from the stories Aunt Cleo had told her about the coven. As she opened it, the musty scent enveloped her, and the words seemed to whisper secrets of a time long past.

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."

CHAPTER 11 — Cold & Warm A younger woman appeared at the top of the grand staircase. Her hair was loose, and she wore a casual yet expensive matching blouse and skirt that made her look effortlessly beautiful. With familiar brown eyes and facial structure, Kallista thought she must be a Hawthorne. “You must be the new bride,” the woman said, descending the stairs with an intimidating grace. “Lila,” Evelyn said sharply. “What?” Lila shrugged, her sharp blue eyes raking over Kallista. “I’m just introducing myself. Lila Hawthorne, Jaxon’s cousin.”

Her fingers traced a line as she translated aloud. “When the darkness rises and the moon bleeds silver, The Key shall awaken in blood and light. The child of frost, bearer of the seal, Shall stand between the world and ruin.” My stomach twisted. “High priestesses were never the only ones,” Mom continued. “There were others, in other regions, tied to different aspects—spring, summer, even fire. But the winter goddess... she was the first to fall. And her chosen, the one meant to unlock the seal, was never found.” Her eyes found mine. “Until now.”

"I told you I‌ would g​ive it back." I⁠ dug de⁠eper into the box. My fi‌ngers hit somethi‌ng hard and cold at the v​ery botto‍m. I pulled it⁠ o⁠ut. ‍It wasn't a paper.‌ It was a he⁠avy, silver⁠ ri‍ng. It ha‍d a unique crest, a sna​ke biting i‍ts‍ own tail. My b‌rea​th ca‌u⁠g​ht in my throat. I knew this ring. It was the same crest I h‍a‍d s​een on a wax seal in the​ Archi⁠ves... on the documen‍t⁠s re‍garding the death of Floral.

After a few minutes of sulking and accepting the current situation as it is, recalling the past couple of weeks spent with the lingering presence of Mike and undying support of Nate, Marcel adamantly found what little bit of stubborn courage she had left to push forward… determined to do all she could to at least ensure her brother would remain at ease in the spirit realm. So she unhurriedly stood upright, took a deep breath, reached into the freezer collecting four tiny glass bottles of the M-TIFY vials at random, placing them securely in a soft cotton medical gauze found nearby, before carefully strapping them onto her waist with the remaining bandage wrap; finally taking one last glance a

Lydia glared at Adrian before forcing a strained smile toward her guest. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gillan. Please excuse the commotion." Lydia smiled awkwardly, then grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet. "She's the young woman I told you about. Her name is Claire Milton, the one the astrologer said has a healing presence." The moment I saw Susan's face, memories from my past life surged back. Her only son, Charlie Gillan, apparently died of cancer the night before my wedding. Her eyes were hollow with grief, but when she looked at me, a fragile spark of hope flickered within. She reached out and clasped my hand tightly.

“So War needs to get me to agree to the bond? Can we use that?” “Absolutely we can,” Caroline said. She turned to Brianna. “My dear, you are so much more adept at this than me.” Brianna looked startled, and a little confused. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I have no idea.” “Oh dear,” Caroline said with a chuckle. “Being a member of the Darkest Dawn coven makes you uniquely equipped.” “Yes, but I left years ago,” Brianna said. But then I saw something light up on her face. “Wait,” she said, “Are you referring to the soul anchor?” Caroline nodded with a wide smile.

After binding our souls? Briar looks like he wants to say something else—maybe defend her, maybe defend himself—but I don’t give him the chance. My patience is frayed to the edge. “Well, Briar,” I growl, shoving past him, “I’m going in. No more fucking secrets.” I don’t knock. I slam the door open with enough force to make the hinges rattle. The room is thick with the scent of herbs and something darker—magic. Candlelight flickers across the walls, casting shadows over Gretel’s hundreds of trinkets, talismans, and vials. My eyes find her immediately.

They are the reason behind all my problem! "You destroyed my reputation, took my title, my daughter's life... And now you've destroyed my home. Don't worry... This fight isn't over. " I turned back, looking straight at the gate, which was brought down by that Ivy. I could still pick the scent, and I'm going to use it to get her before she heard back to Wolf Crest. "I'll make you suffer, Brielle. You are not going anywhere!" In fury, I howled out to the full moon, dashing into the dark night while sniffing that wretch.