Novel & Cerita Who Owns Alastor Soul

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

I never really know what he's up to. "Well that's creepy." Al's voice came from over my shoulder. He was looking into Alester's shadow with me. "That's the man that owns me." I told him, still staring at Alester. I hate that man with every fiber of my being. "That crazy man?" He pointed. "Yeah that's the one." "Shadows. Look Zerena, what you told me is insane and I don't know a single shadow weaver parent that would ever sell their child. Not one." He assured me.

Ashlon stated that made us all freeze for a second. “I tried to wound you before to see and have a taste of your blood, but I realized you sealed it through your fire. I was always amazed by the magic you put on it. Can you identify the witch who helped you? It must be the Gemini Covenant.” I know nothing about it. I must have not been born yet. Why would he seal his blood? Ashlon answered it. “The noble is not your ancestor, but your brother. It’s nice to meet you Count Stroker. I hope to meet your brother, Count Stram, ”he bowed a little but it was to mock my father.

he muttered. Next, he grabbed a new collar than the leather one I wore earlier, approaching me to secure it around my neck. At first glance, I caught a heart tag hanging from it with the name Ria embroidered in the center. On the opposite side, Don was displayed, labeling him as my owner. “Am I going back to my room?” I asked. It was an effort not to flinch in fear of being reprimanded for speaking before being spoken to, but I decided to trust Dorian on his word, relieved when my flesh wasn’t met with the back of his hand.

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 flailing feet smacked into Alfos belly but the man didn’t budge. “You fucking want to pretend?” He barked, a red glow appearing on his face. “I saw you leaving the royal coffers which makes me assume you took Dracolian’s gold! Who did you buy with it? Rodrik?” “Is it…possible to buy the one that sees our souls? The one that can hear and see who the god of bond had paired?” He gave a quaky laugh that grated Alfos’ ears. “You should’ve brain, beta. Something of such is impossible. It’s an insult to assume I bought old Rodrik, the first soulgazer of Abbator to do my bidding,”

Stifling a laugh, I sit back and say, “Well, you already know that I am Jason. I want to know exactly how you found my number and know everything about her and what is going on.” Hesitating, he scans the room before stating, “I work with an organization called the Luminaries, we keep an eye on things that are older than humanity and that could eventually pose a threat to it. Your soul eater is just one of many and she has literally been around since the beginning of time as far as we can tell.”

“Did you have any news about Alastor?” “No. But there were rumors he was back in the underworld, the first time since I kicked him out of Athwart, but no one could pinpoint where he was.” “Can you trap him in there?” I asked. “No. I don’t own his soul. Unless I see him and force him to submit to me, I could never trap him anywhere.” He let out a sigh. “But I won’t stop looking for him. If he remained in the underworld, his days are numbered.”

“That’s from Gunner. It arrived a while ago. You never told me what you guys are about these days. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “There was nothing to tell,” he replied quickly when she raised a brow. “I’m handling it.” But Granny was not easily dismissed. “Really? are you?” she asked pointedly. “Were you able to discover who’s behind the rogue wolves' existence? Did the plan push through?” Ashton’s gaze flicked to me immediately, sharp, suspicious and lingering longer than necessary before he finally spoke. “It was Alastor.” The name hit me like a sudden chill.

Maybe, she is enjoying this now—enjoying how Aleister has stopped fighting. “ The soul you want to claim… ” Aleister whispers. “ It doesn’t exist, Nirana. I lost a part of my soul when my mother died. The other part died when my brother was murdered. What was left was claimed by my father and my other brothers. There is no soul for you to take. ” A strange look crosses Agrona’s eyes. I swallow as my heart clenches. “ All these people…they are lending me a part of their soul now. My brothers. My daughter. The Princess I love. And the woman you are possessing. They keep me going. If anyone of them… ”