Soulstice Briar Novelas e Histórias

A small club called Claire Delune, fixed in the heart of the city, is the prime spot for gang lords, criminals, and dark characters alike. It is because of the clientele that I work here. They are the ones who can give me the intel I need to solve the biggest unsolved mystery in my life. Who or what killed my brother. My name is Briar Atwood, and I'm twenty-one years old. I'm an orphan who lost her parents at the precious age of two due to a car accident. After that, my brother, who was thirteen years older than me, became my caregiver and my only family despite only being in high school.

On the day I tried on the wedding dresses, Lucien was at a meeting abroad. It was Lauren who kept me company. My scarred arms limited me to three long-sleeve dresses, and I chose the second one. Upon leaving, I ran into Colin and Joyce at the bridal shop. Colin's tone was brusque. "What are you doing here?" I ignored him, sitting on the sofa and waiting for Lauren to return from the bathroom. "Colin, this dress is gorgeous!" Joyce spoke up, staring at my dress. I frowned. "This is my wedding dress. If you like it, get one designed. You like stealing stuff so much. Miss the days at the police station?"

A younger version, dressed in white, hands stained red. A voice I didn’t recognize, whispering my name over and over. Not Killian’s. Not anyone I’d ever met. When I woke, the pendant burned against my skin. --- Briarhollow wasn’t a place. Not anymore. It was a wound. The trees were dead. Burned to husks, blackened and cracked. The ground was dry as bone, even with the river winding through the far edge. Nothing moved. No wind. No life. And in the center, the ruins of what had once been a temple. A single arch remained standing, covered in soot and strange carvings.

another priest added. The High Priest stared in horror. "They're going to burn the Temple of the Moon?" A crash was heard. The smell of smoke drifted through the window. "They've started," I whispered. Orange flames licked up the eastern wall. Black smoke billowed into the sky. "Everyone to the crypt!" the High Priest shouted. "Now!" We ran through corridors filling with smoke. Heat pressed against the walls, making the air shimmer. Down spiral stairs, deeper into the temple's heart. The High Priest pulled open an iron door carved with moon symbols. Cold air rushed out, smelling of earth and ancient stone.

Sabrina raised the bowl high, her voice ringing out over the chant. “GrayCrest soul, accept this offering of love and sacrifice. Bind this life to your eternal essence.” A sudden, searing heat filled the room as the blood in the bowl ignited, flames licking upward but leaving the vessel unscathed. Gasps echoed from the gathered crowd as the fire burned brighter, the light momentarily blinding. Cora and Rose staggered slightly, their faces contorting as if in pain. Both Noah and Logan instantly took a step forward but Sabrina held up her hand and shook her head.

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

“Am I not seductive?” “Talk to my sword.” An hour had passed, and they reached the part of the forest filled with White Ash and Neem trees. Larice was well aware that lower trees meant more wandering beasts or lurking ones nearby. She could already sense from the air a wild presence closing to them. She had to be more alert this time. “So what is it you want in return?” Estevan brought back the topic earlier. Larice slowed down and stopped. She took the page she had inserted in her hunter’s boots, and then she gave it to him. “Hyborns. Enlighten me—“

Well, almost empty if not for us: Noah, Lowan, Maura, Cass, the arnis guy, another guy in a butler outfit, a girl in a maid's outfit holding a bow and arrow, a girl with a high ponytail equipped with a sword that looked like a katana, and me. There were three more beasts waiting for us on the yard. I bet the masked cosplayers were holding them off as the arnis dude came for us. The creature that chased us just emerged from the building entrance with an arrow on its head. We were surrounded by four beasts as huge as hippos. I didn't have any choice. I had to de-soul. De-souling is when I materialize my soul so that my body would be an empty vessel for the dark. Most people cannot de-soul so w

"Doesn’t matter. You need protection. We all do. And a coven bond will make us stronger than anything Zach—or Derek—can throw at us." Rita’s chest warmed. She set the bowl aside. "Okay. Let’s do it." Midnight – The Old Oak Grove The moon hung full and heavy over the clearing, its silver light filtering through the ancient oak branches. The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water.

“I am well, Your Grace, thank you.” Lillia released a quiet amused huff, watching her closely. She seemed to have suddenly regained composure. Fenris leaned in, her gaze narrowing to a single point, before they suddenly shifted in the direction of Amelia. Truly, Briar Rose had completely regained composure, because, she lifted her chalice to her lips, but just as she drank from it, her fingers stiffened, and the chalice almost slipped from her fingers “Why did she leave?” Lillia’s next question had dropped like a bomb, but despite that, Briar Rose's stiff smile curved, maintaining composure much to her grandfather’s relief. She put down the chalice and began to eat from her plate.