The All Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

"You are a mistake of nature!" But Adelard's back and wings did not touch the ground. Not this time. Something had changed in him and now, he was ready to look the world straight in the eye. The confusion and laughter still haunted him. Gloom and misunderstanding were still his companions that would never let him start over. The world has always been something dark. The hearts of people have always been the scariest thing on this earth. People's souls have always been the trap where all the good could just disappear. And people's thoughts have always been a kind of scale, ready to decide everyone's fate. The ideal society has always demanded that everyone be the same. One change and that's i

“I solemnly swear.” “Will you both agree to remain loyal to Luna Gemma Rose Killian no matter the conscious.” “I solemnly swear.” They eagerly voice. “Will you both agree to do all in your power to bring Luna Gemma Rose Killian back to her pack.” “I solemnly swear.” They repeat together again. “Will you both agree that if you break any of these vows or betray me, Alpha William Keen, the blood oath will invoke the most painful death that you so now create in your mind.”

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

Something that moved through my chest like a warning in a language I had once spoken and no longer remembered but still, at some level below conscious thought, understood. This ends badly. Not premonition. Not prophecy. Just the specific quality of a truth that has been true before, that has been true so many times it has worn grooves into the soul, that the body remembers even when the mind does not. On the third day, I made my decision. I will not go to him, I thought. I will not engineer proximity. I will not follow the threads. Whatever Soul Sight is demanding of me, I will refuse it, and I will spend the rest of my life being grateful that I was sensible enough to refuse.

Kael stood in the royal war library, the scent of old parchment and dust filling the air around him. He had been searching for answers for hours, trying to piece together the strange sensations that had been haunting him since the Soul-Oath had been forged. His body still ached from the shared pain of the ritual, but it was the inexplicable sense of familiarity, of déjà vu, that troubled him the most.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

•••• •••• •••• •••• They finally got Hajiya to release Aunty amarya and Samir. Amirah was currently in her mother's bedroom. "...and that was how Zarah brought Shittu, her supposed boyfriend to come and beat up Khadijah..." "Which Shittu?" Her mother's expression changed to that of anger. "Shittu that we all know." Amirah replied. "Zarah has killed me!" Hajiya exclaimed before rushing out of the room and soon she heard shouting coming from Zarah's room. Amirah fell ontop the bed, she was sure she'd been drained of all her energy today.

The sun’s golden rays bathed everything in a soft, safe light, making the world seem untouchable—almost as if nothing bad could ever happen beneath such a perfect sky. Then, without warning, a loud bang shattered the peace. The sharp, jarring sound tore through the air like a hammer through glass, sending invisible shards of fear slicing into the moment. Laxiel’s mother—who had been the only adult left to care for the children since his father, uncle, and aunt had tragically died in the last devastating incident—immediately shot to her feet. Her face drained of color, dread tightening her features. There was no confusion, only a grim, terrifying certainty. Their family had already lost so mu

- I say venomously. "You shouldn't... trust... blindly..." - her eyes are dilated now, and I've had enough. Releasing her, she falls on her chair. She puts her hand on her neck, coughing violently. I sigh, it is just a waste of time. I turn towards the door and with quick steps I walk through the room. My hand is on the handle when her voice stops me. "Her twin soul will do anything to destroy you. Find the reason and a solution for it before the Blood Master comes for you!" - I turn sharply, looking into her opal eyes.

Long live the alliance of flesh and soul. THE END