The All Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

Souls poured through the cracks like rivers of light, drawn toward Soren, merging with his radiance until he was no longer a figure of flesh and bone but an embodiment of life itself. And at the center of it all, Travian — fading, bleeding light — held on with everything he had left. “I’ll never let you go,” he whispered, even as his own form began to dissolve into the glow. Soren turned to him, eyes wide with anguish. “Travian!” But it was too late. Travian’s body scattered into golden dust, swirling around Soren like a halo. The god’s final words echoed through the brilliance — a whisper and a vow intertwined.

The Totality is standing between my two selves still offering forced merge. The Collectors are waiting for answer about archiving me. And the Council’s three angry members are counting down to Reset with satisfaction. “Two days and twenty hours remaining,” they announce. Then something shifts in the gap that makes Anna gasp. “The three thousand dead are moving,” she says with shock. “All of them at once, unified in purpose.” I look through Death’s Keeper awareness and see it happening, the three thousand souls I anchored as Void-Dead, who I protected as Death’s Shepherd, all rising with singular intent.

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

And we were lying in the mud, bleeding and broken. But as the darkness closed in, a single, cold thought crystallized in my mind. They think they’ve won. They think because they have the Sovereign, they have the power. They think because they broke the bond, they broke the men. They’re wrong. The triad isn't held together by magic. It’s held together by a hunger that Thorne will never understand. We are rogues. We are monsters. And now, we have nothing left to lose. I will find you, Jessica. I will burn the Spire to the ground, and I will walk through the ashes to bring you home.

He held a Trident of Living Coral and Broken Oaths, its tines etched with the names of every Sun-Walker who had drowned in the earlier cycles. "You have burned bright in the North, Darlene," the Sea-Lord spoke, his voice sounding like a thousand crushing depths. "You have broken the clock and the forge. But here, in the One-Hundred-and-First Layer, your fire is just a Lure. The South does not audit. The South Absorbs". He raised his trident, and the sea didn't rise—it Collapsed toward us. The weight of the water was not physical; it was the Cumulative Regret of the Failed Cycles. I felt the "Too Much" energy in my marrow begin to dim, the oxygen in my lungs being replaced by the "Liquid Grie

The guardian’s eyes glowed brighter. SOUL. POWER. DESTINY. The chamber shook. Ash flinched as another crack on his arm sealed shut. Arthur’s grip tightened until it almost hurt. The guardian lowered its head. YOU THREE NOW STAND AS ONE. A TRIAD. THE FIRST IN A THOUSAND YEARS. My heart stopped. Arthur whispered, “A… triad?” Ash closed his eyes, voice trembling. “A three-fold bond. One heart shared between three people. One power source. One fate. If one of us falls—”

“There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he growled, “this isn’t a bond of mates. It’s a trinity. Power, heart, and soul.” “And when one is threatened…” Xanden added, voice tight with realization, “the others rise.” I swallowed, trying to process it—but something else was stirring now. A vision. A memory that wasn’t mine—but maybe belonged to the sea. Or to blood. I saw a throne carved of coral and bone.

The First Plane Trilogy The Planeless Second Seat Ruler The Lychos Cycle Weregirl Revenant Lychos The Helios Oracles Foresight (Sanctuary and Phoenix are pending thanks to spoilers for the Hayle Coven Destinies) The Hayle Coven Destinies The Outcast Steam Union The Brotherhood Lord of the Drach Gateway The Order Dark Brother Blood of the Maji Also, in case you missed it, Sassafras has his own history: Sassafras And explore the beginnings of the Hayle coven with Syd's great-great-great grandmother, Auburdeen Hayle in the Blood and Gold Trilogy: Smoke and Magic Fire and Illusion Steam and Sorcery So much more of the Hayle Coven Universe to explore! I'm leave you now with this letter. And my gr

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.