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    My Immortal Soul Book Three
    My Immortal Soul Book Three
    My Immortal Soul Book Three
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    My Immortal Soul Book Three

    By Odette C. Bell

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    Time is broken, and to fix it, Celeste will have to find one thing. It sits around her neck, its tick-tock marking her every dying second.
    It’s time to find her soul.
    If she can’t do it before time breaks fully, all will end.
    ....
    A light-romance urban fantasy, My Immortal Soul follows a kick-butt crime fighter and her demon nemesis vying for the truth in a twisted city with a worse fate. If you love your fiction with action, wit, and a splash of romance, grab My Immortal Soul Book Three today and soar free with an Odette C. Bell series.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOdette C. Bell
    Release dateApr 13, 2018
    ISBN9781370648313
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      My Immortal Soul Book Three - Odette C. Bell

      Chapter 1

      The thing I’d been dreading my entire life had finally come to pass.

      In a single second, Theodore had pulled my destiny from me and broken the future at the same time.

      He was standing on the threshold of the cathedral, staring out at a city that simply shouldn’t be possible. A city of angels, a city of God.

      All of his parishioners filed behind him, staring over his shoulder, their faces locked in total wonder at the city they’d created through me.

      For a while, it was almost as if they’d forgotten I existed.

      People excitedly ran out onto the street, completely amazed by the sight. Though my head was spinning circles, terror engulfing me, I could appreciate that it was a sight indeed.

      Soullake City had been drab. Cast in shades of old gray brick, it had mostly been built up in the seventies, and its style was just as ugly and disgusting as you would expect.

      This city… glistened.

      It looked as if it, aptly, had been made by Heaven.

      The streets were wide, the buildings tall. They had a strangely Art Deco feel to them with ordered, pretty designs running up the sides of each tower, built into the white gray metal until it shone like a palace of dreams.

      And that was only the slice that I could see.

      I shouldn’t have to tell you that I couldn’t move.

      The amount of magic that had been literally dragged from my body to create this future felt as if it would kill me.

      Theodore obviously had other ideas than to let me die.

      As he ushered his parishioners out into his golden city, he turned.

      Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him smiling at me.

      It was a little, twitching move, but by God was it there.

      The look in his eyes was just as terrifying. It was the look of somebody who would soon achieve something they’d been striving for their entire life.

      He strode up to me. He placed one hand on his knee as he leaned down, his gaze fixed, his eyes unblinking. This is only the first step in the battle ahead, he said, his lips twitching over his teeth. Do not forget that a much grander destiny than this awaits you, Harbinger.

      As crazy as it sounded, I had forgotten that. In the fugue and terror of having my magic literally ripped from my soul, I’d forgotten the entire point of my destiny. Destroying Soullake City was only the start. Defeating Hell would be the next step.

      I struggled to open my lips, but I just didn’t have the muscular control. I felt like someone had injected me with concrete.

      Maybe Theodore could see me twitching, because he chuckled, eventually leaning forward. He brushed the tip of a magic-laced finger across the center of my head.

      I felt jolts of energy shifting into me, so strong, it was like I’d swallowed jet fuel.

      It was all the impetus I needed to finally find my voice.

      And what did I do with my newfound voice? Swear, of course. You bastard, you goddamn bastard, I spat.

      As quick as a flash, he jerked forward, locking that same finger onto my brow.

      The energy he’d given me disappeared as quickly as it had spread through me, robbing me of all force once more until I was as limp as a ragdoll.

      Theodore leaned back and tisked. Now, now, Harbinger, he said with twisted reverence. I did not return the power of speech to you just for you to abuse it. You must learn the lessons of proper decorum. You have an important part to play in the making of this grand future, and I will not let you sully it with your sinful tongue.

      I tried with all my might to scream at him that he should go to Hell.

      I couldn’t move a muscle.

      Theodore remained there, pressed over me for several seconds, staring down into my gaze, making it clear he was trying to impress upon me his point. When enough time passed, he shifted forward, his knees creaking as he once more pressed that thumb into my forehead. You will learn to hold your tongue, or it will be stilled in your mouth, he warned once more.

      I felt the energy return to my lips, practically leaping through my body like wildfire.

      Though all I damn well wanted to do was spit and swear at this bastard, I was enough of an adult to appreciate he was in complete control.

      Plus, there were questions I desperately needed answers for.

      I took the time to open my lips, to enjoy the fact I had any control over them at all. I don’t get it. This is clearly a City of God. And if it’s a City of God, where the hell is Hell?

      Maybe he didn’t take that little burst of colorful language as swearing. It seemed to amuse him instead. He chuckled.

      Why, Hell is where it belongs, he said, clearly enunciating every word. He brought up a hand and extended his finger down, making it obvious he was indicating that which was beneath him.

      I made a face.

      I wasn’t an idiot. Hell didn’t actually exist under the ground. It was just a metaphor. But the way he was pointing had some kind of sick importance to it, and I could tell from the equally sick smile spreading his lips that he was completely thrilled by something. Hell has been returned to where it should always have been. The basest level of existence.

      I didn’t understand a word, but I knew if I opened my mouth and pointed this out, it would only draw him into another fervor-filled lecture.

      Silence spread between us. The edgy silence of someone who was starting to realize just how screwed they were. Because I was screwed. Completely and utterly damn well screwed.

      I jerked my gaze to the side, trying to stare through the open door.

      What happened to everyone in the city?

      They are all soulful men and women of God living out their best lives, he chose to answer.

      I gritted my teeth. I mean the real people in Soullake. What the hell happened to them? As that question burst through me, I felt myself shaking with delayed fear. For the enormity of this situation was finally striking me, and it felt like someone slamming a battering ram into my skull.

      Your future no longer exists as anything more than a shadow, he said, teeth bared.

      I opened my mouth to scream in horror, then I stopped. I listened to the exact words he’d said. What do you mean a shadow?

      It was clear he was done with the conversation, as he shifted up, flicking me a dismissive look as he turned his attention back to the city stretching beyond the door.

      He placed his hands on his hips, tilted his head back, and breathed. He looked like a man who’d been forced to live in a smog-filled city but one who’d finally reached the countryside.

      He hadn’t locked my ability to speak again, and by God did I have a lot of speaking to do. My mind felt as if it was turning circles around my feet. I wanted to believe that none of this was possible, but my eyes could not be denied.

      You need to rest, Harbinger. You will be taken somewhere safe. There, it will be time for you to cleanse your mind. Though he’d been ignoring me up until now, he flashed his gaze toward me, and there was enough sharp attention behind it that I could appreciate he was about to speak of my sinful past once more. It is finally time for you to rid yourself of your old, corrupt ways. You must instead reach out and embrace the destiny that has always set you apart. The very same destiny that will finally trounce the Devil and bring balance to mankind.

      There was a lot I could damn well say. There was no point in breathing a word of it, though. One look into his eyes, and anyone would be able to tell that Theodore could not be reasoned with.

      Which led me to one uncomfortable fact.

      I’d been dragged into a new present, one that had been pulled from the light of my immortal soul. And this? This was only the beginning.

      Tomorrow, the war would start.

      I drove my eyes closed and felt the tears escape down my cheeks.

      Chapter 2

      I was sitting in a bed. And by God was it grand. It was this huge fourposter affair, and the cover looked like the wings of an angel. It was massive, white, and made out of the lightest fabric I’d ever seen.

      My room was massive, too. About as big as my house back home.

      I clenched my teeth as soon as I thought that, closing my eyes and pressing the lids as tightly shut as I could without forcing myself to see stars.

      Back home. I couldn’t think like that, because back home didn’t exist. Back home, my city, my people, had been wiped off the face of existence.

      Just as tears trickled down my cheeks at that thought, something reminded me of the exact words Theodore had said.

      The original Soullake City was now nothing more than a shadow.

      It took me a while to gather the courage to open my eyes, and as I did, tears trickled down them. I stared forward, gaze dead. Shadow? What the hell does he mean?

      There was no one in my room, fortunately. It was as empty as a freshly dug grave.

      There was no need for Theodore to set a guard – there was nowhere I could go. The room was locked with magic – magic far stronger than even I could break. Magic that had been cast by three – read it, three – Category Eight angels.

      I didn’t understand how this place worked – and the entire act of attempting to understand it was sending me crazy – but one thing was for sure. The future had readjusted around Theodore. It wasn’t like he and his parishioners had never existed – as if they’d suddenly appeared when my spell had been cast. It was as if they’d always been here, and every single one of them was treated like damn royalty. Except Theodore. He was treated like he was the second coming. The man who’d saved Heaven and Earth.

      Though all I wanted to do was stay in my bed and wallow, I heard the traffic outside.

      It sounded different, smelled different, felt different. Even if the fact angels walking through the streets, side-by-side with human beings wasn’t bad enough, the city was filled with magic. Practitioners were out in the open, there for everyone to see.

      I pushed toward the balcony. The glass door leading out to it was locked, and short of a magic rocket launcher, there’d be nothing I would be able to do to break through it. I pressed a hand against it, and I felt the magic pushing back. Not enough to snap my hands off, but if I pushed, it would give it a go.

      My breath became trapped in my chest as I watched the impossible city below. I squeezed my eyes closed, then opened them dramatically, but when the city didn’t shift, I started to slip back into the despair that had owned me ever since I’d arrived here. I jammed a thumb into my mouth, practically ripping the nail down to the bone.

      I didn’t have long to contemplate how goddamn screwed this was; there was a knock on the door. Whoever it was didn’t wait to see if I was decent. They strode in.

      It was Bethany. She, just like the other parishioners, had come into the future/present with us. But she, unlike the other parishioners, didn’t treat me as some kind of precious princess. Whenever she stared at me, her cold eyes glinted with true hatred.

      Though there were two Category Eight angels behind her, she dismissed them with a flick of her hand, closing the door behind her as she strode in.

      If I could hope that her dismissing the angels was a stupid idea, I’d be wrong. Bethany was still possessed of the almost incalculable power she’d had in the past. She had all the physical strength of a protection gargoyle with all the magic of a true Seraphim.

      She now locked her arms around her middle and allowed her gaze to drag down me. It was that heavy, that disgusted, too. In a second, she pared back her lips with a snarl. I have been sent to see how you are coming along. The Father wishes you to renounce your past and finally grasp your destiny, but I can see from that wretched look in your eyes you’re still just as broken as you were back in the past.

      I didn’t say a word. There were no witty comebacks lining up in my consciousness. There was nothing. Despite the fact I’d gotten most of my strength back, and a scrap of my magic, I simply didn’t have the mental force to apply it.

      I was beaten and broken, and I’d been left here in this cold, empty room to contemplate a future that was even colder than this.

      When I didn’t reply to her, she took an angry step forward, her heels slapping against the cold marble floor.

      The city was meant to be built by Heaven, but this place did not value heat. Maybe everybody else got by with the heat of their fervor, but I was as cold as the damn Arctic.

      She took another angry step toward me, her gaze growing even fierier.

      I didn’t bother to jolt back. I knew wherever I went, she would follow. So I simply stood there, shoulders hunched, eyes half directed at the ground.

      She reached me,

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