CHARACTERS:
Arden (main character)
The Master (or simply called “Master”)
Della (Arden’s Soulmate)
Cassidy (Della’s younger sister)
Zeke (Della’s older brother)
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For those who are interested, I am compiling a playlist as I write this story. Certain songs inspire certain scenes
Chapter One:
This novel was inspired by Lana_Sky of wattpad, as well as Heathen Wench, AnnaKayTailet, and a number of other authors who write awesome stories. I wished to try my own hand at one story, and decided on an unusual twist…
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“This is your last soul and then you are free.” The Master said lazily, as he sipped his drink. He remained silent, tense, and watchful-as was expected of him. “But…I think I will pick the last soul,” The Master said quietly, and that surprised him. He’d not been expecting such a remark from him…all he’d picked so far were men who were drunk and mean bastards. He’d tried not to pick the innocent souls, he’d tried to stay away from those that had no business with this sort of situation…
But it seemed as though it didn’t matter.
The Master was still going to torment him further. The Master smiled, a dark sly smile that made goosebumps rise on Arden’s flesh. He waited, patiently. He knew that the Master might not make his choice for days, weeks-maybe even months-just to torment him further. And when he made the choice, he knew that the Master would pick someone innocent, perhaps a nice young girl who would be celebrating her birthday, or…
“Her.” The Master said suddenly, making him start, yet again, in surprise. He glanced at where the Master was looking, and froze.
The soul that the Master picked happened to belong to his mate.
He stared at her, seeing the beauty from across the room like-like a blast of lightening appearing out of nowhere. She was just as beautiful…she looked to be young, but he didn’t care. She was his mate…his one true mate…the one person who might forgive him for every horrible thing that he’s done…
“No.” He said, urgently. "No," He whispered, staring at her-his mate. She was the last soul that the Master had "suggested" that he catch. Not his soulmate...the only one person in the world who might forgive him for all that he's done...for all the soul's that he's stolen and given to the Master...he could not take hers.
“Please not hers. Anyone else but hers.” He begged, staring at the Master who looked at him thoughtfully.
The Master smiled, looking amused.
“Then…if not her…” He said, thoughtfully.
“Anyone,” He pleaded, desperate to keep his mate safe, and away from this monster that tortured him so. “Anyone, please.”
“If not her soul, then I will take…”
The pause was agony. He shifted, struggled to remain patient and polite-but there was only so much he could take, especially with his mate’s soul on the line.
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Dancing for Souls
RomanceArden was sentenced fifty souls by his Master, the Lord of Vampires, to collect before the end of the year. He managed to get 49. But the last soul he found he doesn't want to give away, because she's not only the most beautiful human lady he's ever...
