Novel & Cerita The All Souls Trilogy

The third wave approached causing the cry of both taking them to the highest peak and dropping them satiated and exhausted. Cristian's member came out when he lowered the knot and turned on his back looking for the air that did not reach his lungs. His companion by his side was the same although plunged into total unconsciousness. His eyes were closing little by little without being able to avoid it, the bond was complete. Now she belonged to him and he belonged to her. He was the happiest wolf in the world. ***

A lost soul, a she-wolf without a wolf, a heart that beats with a promise that cannot be broken. A heart that beats for three. A soul that lives in three bodies. Three warriors, born on the same night, born from the same womb. Two souls in one body. One soul that lives forever. A she-wolf that is not a she-wolf, a soul that is not a soul. A daughter of two worlds. A she-wolf of darkness, a she-wolf of light. A soul that has been silenced; a soul that has been forgotten. A soul that has been stolen. A soul that has been marked.

Fell to the floor. We were still connected. We were both dying. Reya must perform the forbidden ritual. A severing of the soul. Her wolf fights it. Her body breaks. On the other side of the continent, Tristan collapses. The bond is about to snap… and with it, something ancient wakes

Fenris took form at last — a god of storm and fang, his body composed of dark clouds and molten veins, his eyes twin suns of ruin. Elias screamed in agony as Fenris used his body as a vessel. “Run, Serena! Don’t let him—” “I’m not running!” she shouted back, diving into the light. Their clash tore through time itself. The fabric of the Nexus twisted, showing flashes of every lifetime where the same three souls had met — lovers, warriors, enemies — repeating across centuries. Every version of them was fighting, bleeding, reaching for each other through history. Fenris struck her down with a bolt that could split worlds. She crashed into the starlit floor, gasping, smoke curling from her palms

There was only the warmth of her mouth, the taste of defiance. Outside, the green light of the Citadel pulsed, a heartbeat of doom. But inside the bubble, two small, fragile humans held onto each other, plotting the death of a god. "Tomorrow," Tristan whispered against her lips. "We break the ice." "Tomorrow," she agreed. "We end it." The Mammoth rolled on into the dark, carrying the last hope of a broken world toward the frozen edge of oblivion. End of Chapter 34

Brianna said. “Well, where is it?” Elias asked and Brianna shook her head. I took a deep breath. I knew now what Caroline was talking about when she said I would have a reason to visit hell again. “I know where it is,” I said, and they both looked at me. “It’s in the land of the shattered souls.” THE END The Divine Order Series will Complete in Book 3 - The Gamma's Shattered Soul (Due for completion April 2024)

Stralath fought the siren song, knowing their majestic time together could quickly turn into a violent tribulation. What would Galene do if she accidentally killed him? Stralath knew that would destroy her pure heart on every level. He had to protect her from that fate, and he curled a fist in the covers as he faced her dancing sorcery. She needed to look up and see him. She needed to gain control of her spores—torpedoes that seemed to have a will of their own. They were free for the first time in over a decade. And damn, they were beautiful as they swayed in the morning light.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

“This feels like you.” Something warm fluttered in her chest — the brief illusion of safety. But it vanished as the Vein trembled beneath them, the light twisting violently. Kael turned sharply, eyes narrowing. “Something’s coming.” The walls — if they could be called that — began to shift, folding inward like the Vein itself was breathing harder. The air thickened, and the distant hum of souls turned into whispers. Thousands of voices, overlapping, pleading. Avery Delan. Soulbound.

"Tell me." "Not yet. Not until I figure out what it means." "Elara—" "Please. Give me time to think." He doesn't like it. Can feel his worry through bond. But he nods. "Okay. But we will talk about it soon." "We will. I promise." I lie back down. Close eyes. But don't sleep. Can't sleep. Too much to think about. Too much to figure out. Trinity bond. Three souls as one. Fire and earth and heart.