The Lost Souls

The Lost Souls

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I died. Murdered by someone I trusted. And when I woke up, it wasn't in Heaven or Hell. It was a crumbling hospital, soaked in shadows, and crawling with monsters called Chaincrawlers-things that hunt lost souls like mine. I didn't plan to stick around. I tried to run. But that's when Cody found me. He pulled me out of that nightmare and gave me a reason to keep going. Taught me how to fight. How to survive in this place they call limbo. Then I found out my sister Lizzy is still here, trapped somewhere in this realm. Taken. Now I'm on a mission to find her, to bring her home, and maybe find a little peace along the way. But this world is full of secrets. Shapeshifters. Hell's royalty. Choices I wasn't ready to make. And even though I don't know where this path ends... I know I can't stop walking it.
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[BUNDLE] BOOK 1: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. For better or for worse. To have and to hold a demon for eternity. She says demons haunt the night, inflecting everything in their path. But where I come from demons don't just lurk around the shadows. They breed in your head. Feasting on your soul until you cease to exist. And, mine just woke up infested in wicked lies. Till death do us apart, little soul. BOOK 2: Girls like them are expected to dance to the tune of evil. To smile with the taste of souls in their veins and vengeance in their hearts. To feed the ghosts and the monsters within them. Discarded by the world and hidden in a maze of twisted creatures, I'm barely holding into my sanity, trapped between the past and the present. Between good and evil. Until one day I no longer recognize myself or them. He says he can see beyond the evil that I am. But it's not him that my madness prevails for or HIM. Because I'm starting to hear their tune, dancing to destruction and chaos. BOOK 3: There's a reason buried things should always stay buried. Like my mistakes. Your past. Now the grave is open and corpses are crawling out. Corpses inflicted with lies and betrayals. Corpses that you pull the strings of, corpses that even Hell is afraid to take. You see, little soul, you think that makes you the monster in our story. But you forgot me. You forgot my promise. Our story might have ended with till death do us apart. But even death has a shadow to lose.

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