The All Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

Thorne and his Council scrambled back toward the Spire, their silver armor offering no protection against the necrotic cold. I looked at Kaelen, then at Lucien. "The Trinity holds!" I roared. The red, the gold, and the shadow merged once more, creating a barrier of fire and darkness against the advancing frost. The Crusade of the South had turned into a slaughter. And as I looked at my sister, I realized that the Moot had never been the trap. The trap was the South itself.

A giant, dark tower was rising out of the earth where there had been none before. ​"The Pale King," Kael whispered, his grip tightening on his sword. "He didn't wait for your blood. He’s started the ritual without it." ​Seraphina looked at her hands. The violet glow was fading, replaced by a sharp, angry red. ​"He's not using my blood," she said, her voice turning cold. "He’s using the souls of the village. My village.

I stated, as if it were a simple fact. "And I don't believe in oaths." Kaelen sat across from me, his food untouched. His hands were shaking. "Elara, what are you talking about?" "I'm saying our marriage is over," I looked up at him. "Soul-bound, all of it—it's a lie. If we were truly soul-bound, the thought of you wouldn't make me sick. If it was truly 'til death do us part,' you never would have betrayed me." "I didn't betray—"

“Silas, no—!” He grips my wrist, his eyes desperate. “Trust me.” We leap into the abyss. --- **The Veil’s Heart** We land in a cavern of living crystal, the Veil’s core throbbing above. Zara’s voice whispers through the walls, faint but urgent. *“The Trinity is a wound. Heal it… or sever it.”* Silas presses his scar to the core. “How?” The crystal darkens, revealing the Trinity’s origin—the First Shadow’s rage, the crow’s betrayal, and *Zara’s light*, twisted into chaos.

"Nah. Only the Scion is coming. The best part about having Three Souls as One is that as long as one of them lives, all of them live." Kaiser sneered. "That's a cheat." "That's not even the worst of their collective quality. They are hypocrites who talk about morality while beguiling everyone else," Ater added. The crowd reeled. A century ago when the Telius Empire was still reigning supreme, the Tri-Soul Saint arrived—the Scion, the Sire, and the Spectre.

I hadn't drunk it since. "They're calling it contamination," I said, for the benefit of the room. Tommy stood with his arms crossed against the far wall, jaw set so tight I could practically hear his back teeth grinding. Louise sat in the chair beside his desk, one hand resting on the arm, the other pressed flat against her stomach in that unconscious gesture she'd developed since Alissa was born. Elias was behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off him without actually touching. Brianna sat across from me, her tea untouched, her dark eyes fixed on the middle distance in the way they got when she was reading something invisible to the rest of us. "They're using the wo

I could absorb entire pages in seconds, retain details that would take normal people days to memorize. Another gift of my condition, I suppose. Or perhaps a curse. I'd never quite decided. The page I was reading now mentioned something that made my heart stop. "The Lycan Trinity," I read aloud, my voice barely above a whisper. "Three souls whose destinies are so intricately connected that no matter where they are, they will be drawn to each other. Bound by fate. Bound by blood. Bound by something older than either." I read it again. Three souls?

I kept rolling up and front but couldn't sleep and as soon as the day breaks, I got out of the car and stood out here in the snow It felt like I have been living a lie all my life and everything just seemed to be interwoven, I don't know who to trust and when to trust. My life all these years have one way or the other been controlled. I was turned to a video game that can be played anyhow you want and in any direction you desire. It all started with the death of Sarah Jordan and now I'm caught between a web of deceits and facing betrayal from those I once trusted. And now I have no idea about what lies ahead of me and how prepared I am to face it. "Let's get back to the car we have a journey

He reached out with a withered, gnarled hand—trying to grasp me, to touch my face one last time. "I'm... so... sorry..." His lips moved, soundless, forming those three words—too late by a lifetime. But his hand fell, limp and lifeless, against the freezing floor. And in that instant, as his eyes closed for good, my spirit dissolved—scattering like starlight into the endless snow. Every debt, every grudge, every wound—all of it faded into dust. If there is a next life, Father, let us never meet again.

Every shared story pulled us closer, strengthening the bond we had fought so hard to claim. After dinner we moved to the bedroom together, the soft glow of lamps casting gentle shadows across the floor. Suitcases lay open on the large bed, and clothes scattered around us as we packed for our honeymoon. I folded a light sundress and placed it carefully inside my bag while Zane sorted through his shirts. His hands moved with purpose, muscles flexing under his rolled-up sleeves. I watched him for a moment, grateful for this quiet domestic scene after all the storms we had weathered.