The All Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

The Price of Power Ashley’s POV Azaria was gone. Not in the way Selene was. burned from existence, forgotten by the gods she betrayed. Not in the way her mother vanished, scattered like smoke and memory in the aftermath of the rift’s collapse. Azaria’s body remained. Whole. Unbroken. Still. But she didn’t wake. The healers said her soul was lost. Somewhere else. Some unreachable realm beyond the veil, where no spell or science could follow.

"Because we're stronger together than they can imagine. And I'd die before I let them bring him back." Gray's expression was fierce. "You're not dying. Neither am I. We're going to end this." "Yes," I said. "We are." We left the library hand in hand. The sweet morning we'd started with felt like a distant memory. The Shadow Clan was still active. Still dangerous. Still hunting. And they needed three souls to resurrect their master. The Ancient Wolf Soul waited in our sanctuary. The Mighty Alpha Soul walked beside me, and the Maiden Soul lived in my chest. The final battle was coming, and this time, there would be no mercy.

Their deaths are highly mysterious. Tris clenched his jaw at the news he was watching. This was not the first time something like this had happened; just last month, several corpses were also found in the middle of the street. And all of them were killed in mysterious ways. No suspects, no evidence—the only similarity was that all the victims were found on the road. They were cleanly killed, and even the autopsy results yielded nothing; no anomalies were found regarding how the victims died.

And something faintly metallic beneath it all. Blood. --- His fingers moved across worn spines until he found what he sought. Soul Vessels. Forbidden Possessions. Underworld Bindings. Kael pulled the heavy books free and placed them across a nearby table. The candles lit themselves automatically. He began reading. --- Hours passed silently. Only the sound of turning pages filled the room. Kael’s expression darkened more with every text. Some spoke of spirits entering weak bodies. Others described possession through mirrors, cursed artifacts, blood rituals.

"The Tribrid end is near" "What are you insinuating,Arthur?. It seems that lady worked her ways into your head." Vincent grimaced but Arthur wriggled his head. "We've been at different wars this past 100 years and Nick has been at more before we even existed. Dahlia,The Trios!...these two are no small Feat!. They are a group of ancient Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, Hybrids who have all been trampled upon by Nick. They want revenge,they want to end him at all cost not minding the dangers they cause to others. Greece died,my parents died and many more when the Trios attacked!. What if Dahlia and the Trios attack at the same time?..." Arthur exhaled again while he gestured. "Who knows who will

she says the word with disdain, “Can already lead to death in the worst of circumstances. But for me to actually reverse the magic that ties two people together, I would definitely be killing them. You would survive, but she wouldn’t. So, again, the answer is no.” I take a breath scrubbing my hands over my face, “How were you even able to bond us? I don’t have a soul, and neither do you,” I say, pulling a chair out and sitting down. “No, as beings of the cosmos we have essrams. Only humans have souls, and since irshiusts were never human and were made directly from my magic, they too have essrams. So I suppose you’d say Yildiz is your essrammate,” she giggles.

—bone-and-iron automatons that moved with a jerky, terrifying precision. "They're targeting the twins' resonance!" Runa screamed, her daggers carving through the iron-marrow of a sentinel. In the center of the necropolis lay the Engine of Souls. It was a massive, rotating sphere of liquid-silver light—the captured spirits of our people. The sphere was held in place by four "Entropy-Anchors" made of the same starlight-iron as our Spire. "BREAK THE ANCHORS!" I roared. But as I lunged for the first anchor, Chronos-Prime appeared before me. He didn't use a blade; he used a Memory-Lance. He drove the weapon into my chest, not to kill me, but to show me the weight of the thousand years of the grav

“Do you know what this means? Do you know what we’ve achieved? Do you?” We stared at him as he spoke. No one seemed to understand what he was rambling about. “What do you mean remarkable?” Anthony Gordon asked. “What are you implying?” “There’s only one thing Peter and I have in common,” Mr. Gordon said. “And that is the fact that we have Ashley’s blood flowing through our veins.” “What does that mean?” I asked. “I injected Peter and Trevor with your sister’s blood after doing the same to myself,” he said. “I didn’t intend for it to bind us in any way, but this injury you all witnessed is evidence that the blood is binding the three of us.”

They moved with a slow, rhythmic desperation, their silver eyes reflecting the total absence of a "Happy Ending." "They are the 'Recycled Souls' of every sector the Architects ever abandoned," Silas whispered, his gold-veined wolf form simmering. He saw a warrior who carried the broken shield of the North, and another who wore the tattered cloak of the Thorne bloodline. These were versions of themselves from "Alternative Scripts" that had failed the "Market Test."

I was dying from where I stood as they continue to tear me apart while my stepbrothers seemed to relish in it because it was their plan all along. “This is why humans shouldn’t be in pack houses. They don’t understand boundaries or understand what’s appropriate.” Tristan said to the crowd like I wasn’t even there. I couldn’t meet their eyes or any other person’s. I wish the ground would open up and swallow me whole right now. They wanted this to happen for reasons I don’t even understand. Why are they doing this? But the better question is. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME? “Yeah, getting turned on must be her way of saying thanks.” Azriel grinned.