The All Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

Manang Lydia said. “Does she allow that?” Manang Lydia smiled and winked at me. “If you are feeling fine, then you can.” I went upstairs and went to Dale’s library. Before picking up a book to read, I enjoyed looking, rooming around first, leaving a gentle touch to every book I passed by. My gaze at the “The Scorch Trial” book that was written by James Dashner. I already finished reading “The Maze Runner”. I decided to read it and went to the garden.

Liam I pulled out my bloodbound ledger, the one in which no one else existed. My theories on soul permanences. On immortality, not through technology, but spiritual recursion. I flipped to a blank space and wrote: Bliss is a cycle-born Each death : evolution. Soul anchor to body— not rebirth, but recursion. Third death = final awakening. A grin curled across my lips. I’d seen weapons. Monsters. Witches who drank blood from silver cups. But never— never—had I seen a soul defy the grave like this.

“Elio was persuasive. He said the pack needed this. A way to preserve his knowledge if anything happened to him. I believed him.” I flipped through the pages. “And now you want to fix it? After weeks of me losing myself? After my own sister cried because I smell wrong?” He looked almost sorry. “I did not know it would be this messy. The binding took stronger than expected. Your soul fought harder than most.” I closed the book hard. “Because it is my life. My memories. My scent. You tried to steal all of it.” Lorne stepped around the table. “Take the book. Study the spell. We can do it together. Quietly. No one else needs to know.”

The intellectual twist was more devastating than anything the High Priest had whispered in the catacombs. The journal described a project called The Trinity Reset. My grandmother hadn't been trying to stop the Coven from creating a vessel. She had been the one who discovered that the Silver Crest bloodline was naturally prone to "Soul Collapse." If a Luna's power grew too great without an Alpha to ground it, her soul would invert, creating a localized black hole: a Void.

Deborah asked as they made their way between the temporary forest of pot plants to the front door and out onto the street. “The Triquetra were naughty little whores and screwed with too many girl’s hearts,” Aislen told her. “Apparently a bunch of their conquests got together to plan revenge during high school, and I’m thinking they’re in Tabitha’s coven. I imagine that their quest for revenge led to the whole selling of soul situation, in seeking to have the power to permanently render the Triquetra unable to screw with anyone else.” “Ah, f-k,” Deborah sighed heavily. “Damn it Rhett,” she grumbled under her breath.

The cold wind howled across Snowridge’s crumbling streets, sending sharp gusts of snow swirling into every corner. Asha’s cloak billowed behind her as she walked swiftly, her thoughts fixed on the task at hand. The Soulbone Imprint was still out of reach, but the clues were starting to weave together, faint but undeniable. However, there was something else—something about the beasts Darian had mentioned that gnawed at her thoughts. Blood Pact. It was more than just a manipulation of beasts. It was tied to the heart of her people’s destruction.

Thank you for reeding <3 This book was first part of trilogy. Next part will be named "Shadows of Heart : Blood Pact". Introduction : The world teeters on the edge of chaos in the wake of the battle at Caelum's bastion. Zoe emerged from the ashes with scars that run deep - losses that haunt her and secrets that threaten to unravel her. The dark sorcerer may be defeated, but his twisted legacy lives on, spreading discord across the realms.

Hello again lovely readers, Welcome to A Cruel Fate: Her Gamma's Regret! If you are joining again for this third and final book in this trilogy, welcome back! For those of you who read the first two books, Dillon and Zoe's story was happening concurrently in the timeline with the other two so we are going back in time a bit, but rest assured, this book will take us beyond book two, to the end of the line for the wolves or Dark Fae. Only time will tell who prevails.

If only her mother’s books were left intact then she wouldn’t have to work from the scratch, because the counter curse of soul separation curse wasn’t as easy to find as the other counter curses were. With her fingers carefully skimming through the hardcover of the books, Levy read the title of the books printed on the spine. Fire infused scroll of death, Heirloom of the cunning mage Gilford, Annihilation of souls, books on torment and Fangs of eternal bloodlust—— On and on the books went and Levy chose the one that had the title closest to what she was looking for —— Annihilation of the souls, this book seemed like what she was looking for. So, she stretched her hand and picked the books fr

Even with their unannounced appearance, Marcellus knew wherever the souls of the fallen went, evil, darkness and destruction followed. Neither could he seem to be able to tame the restleness that had begun to rise inside of him at their meaningless revelation—but the three souls of the fallen were meant to be taken serious. They were the darker version of the fates; one seeing the past, one, the present and one, the future. He felt this same feeling at his dome, now it was time to take matters seriously and find the meaning to those words. ★★★★ Lyra awoke with a massive headache, what on earth was going on?! Something was happening to her, something strange was going on bit she couldn't seem