The All Souls Trilogy Novels & Stories

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.

the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book smiled. "Other names?" "Scum." the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book smiled. "Scum?" "That's right," said the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book. "The vengeful souls that have been trapped in some place can't transcend, so they're gradually trapped here. Over time, they've fused with the other things here. They have their own unique way of existing. "You saw them before, but you didn't really see them." Samuel frowned. When he came to the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book, he had seen many tombs of the True Gods before entering the tower. He had even seen countless dead souls attacking him, but they were just dead souls.

"But beware all who trail the path with the demon child. You might never make it back alive." "What?!" Linda exclaimed. "Stop screaming like a baby. I told you its just a book." Freddy said. "Yeah well, this book seems to be awfully detailed." Diana said to Freddy. Pablo laughed. "Don't tell me you all believe in this stuff." Pablo said. "No." Linda answered him. "Then what's the problem? And besides, the book said " All who trailed the path WITH the demon child. None of us is a demon here." Pablo explained.

Carissa felt her lips stiffen; she wasn't sure what to say in front of Rey. . "I know, this must feel foreign to you, but you know, every day, you will be here accompanying me to work, or at least we will meet to let go," Rey smiled when telling her the habits she used to do with Bella. Carissa, who heard that, smiled faintly. The love story of Bella and Rey was very sweet; it's just that fate was so cruel, Bella actually died, and now there is only Bella's body filled with Carissa's soul.

But maybe, there’s more to her than what meets the eye. Prologue: Victor’s P.O.V: Two years ago... I have a bad feeling about this. Two weeks ago, my life had been completely normal, uncomplicated. But that was before my sister came back after graduating college with two of her best friends...with her. Kendra Millar

I caught Javonte's gaze across the field, and a silent exchange of strength passed between us. The feeling of the unity spell humming inside me, amplifying my senses and my awareness of every single soul in Fox Village and the remainder of Meadowood. It felt as if I was tethered to each of them, able to feel their courage, their fear, and their loyalty. This wasn’t just my battle or Javonte’s—it was ours. Every member here believed in the cause and believed in protecting what was sacred.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

She thought about the couple she'd watched cross the street this morning, laughing, their bond bright and unguarded and alive. She thought about Kolden, walking the city's seams with his flat voice and his careful hands and his almost. She thought about Nori naming the dark in real time, steady and deliberate, taking back the ache that had been engineered into inevitability. She thought about what it meant to see everything and report only what you chose. The mist settled on her shoulders. She started walking toward the bookshop. Behind her, in an office with soft lighting and institutional patience, a file marked ILYRA — WATCHER THIRD TIER acquired another notation.

This is the story of Motiesha, a natural yet complicated dark skinned woman who's life is about to change as she's drawn into places she can't escape with unfolding drama, action and comedic relief. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ★Please Enjoy★