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Captive Souls
A Hell Chronicles Story
Tina Glasneck
About Captive Souls
The gods are real, and they don’t care about us!
Kristen should be enjoying her final year in college, but everything changed when the dark elves invaded. The invaders destroyed the world as she knew it. America fell, and the magical occupiers now rule with an iron fist.
Caught up in the rebel factions, Kristen is captured when a mana shipment meant for the sick and injured freedom fighters runs afoul.
Kristen must keep her wits about her to handle her entrance into the Supernatural Prison, and a strong right hook to ensure she survives to fight another day!
Escape into Captive Souls by USA Today bestselling author Tina Glasneck, a Hell Chronicles story from the series readers are calling “riveting.”
Preface
“The end of the world shall begin with the mutant, by flame and sword, through the fires of Muspelheim. The inevitable cometh even when unbeckoned.” – Dreki Edda 9, Stanza 1
Chapter One
The gods were real, and they didn’t give a flying fuck about us.
“Are you sure we’re at the right place, Fyre?” I asked the buzzing dis who decided to tag along. She buzzed around me like a little sprite and seemed to know what was happening in all the surrounding neighborhoods. Today, her hair color and style, which seemed to change according to her mood, glimmered with light like that of a firefly or flying embers.
Usually, the small entity gave us directions, but this time, it must have been something she needed to see.
“Remember what I said. The dark elves are doing bad things to all of us,” Fyre warned. “I need to take a closer look.”
I kept to the shadows with my friends—Chi, Ola, Graham and Emili, and my boyfriend, Rust—behind me. We hunkered down in the alleyway, and their camouflaged faces stared back at me.
The museum district was another quadrant we’d searched, where only rubble remained. Although a large swath of what used to be Richmond was now a no-go area, this was a mission we had to complete.
A year had passed since the ground opened up, and the devil came to Earth to enslave humanity and screw us over.
We watched trucks move in and out, unable to see what they were delivering.
The plan was simple: we’d steal part of the latest shipment of mana, the most powerful of medicine on the market, and get Rust to deliver it to those in Shanty Town. We’d been watching this spot for over an hour when finally, the long-awaited armed truck loudly rolled forward.
I saw the blue light from their helmets and heard them speaking in Elvish, which I still couldn’t understand.
“Kristen, they’re talking about the drop,” Emili whispered to me. “One is to stay outside, while the other goes to get help unloading.”
Luckily, Emili had studied the runes, and without Sif—I shook my head. I couldn’t think about her right now. She, who’d disappeared without a sign of being alive. We’d failed to locate her body, and no one who knew Sif had seen her since. There’d been no spray-painted directions, not even a message with a carrying pigeon: nothing, nada, zilch. I didn’t know if she was thriving in a penthouse in the city’s heart, or if she’d been dragged to whatever hell these things had come from.
These monsters, although humanoid in appearance, sought only our demise. Tonight, the guards had found another set of humans to pull into their web. Clad in full black riot gear, their assault weapons in position, and ready to fire.
Then, I heard them: children singing and skipping along, led by a different sort of guard. This one was shapely, clad in bronze-and-gold armor. She played a flute, and her brass-colored hair fluttered behind her as she skipped along. It was like she was the Pied Piper leading the throng of playful children away…to their deaths.
“Change of plans,” I whispered. “Ola, you create a distraction. Emili, you and Graham, get to the end of that line and grab the children. We can’t let them take them. Chi, with me to the rooftop.”
They each pulled up their bandanas to cover their faces, leaving only their eyes visible, and with a quick nod, we all made our way.
I’d taken point. Someone had to lead. Why not me?
But that had never been my goal. It all started with loud emergency alarms blaring around town—first, I’d thought tornado, until the fighting started.
The world was ending as I knew it, as elves descended on the city.
I was distracted.
All I could think about was surviving, me and my friends. Everything up until then was almost irrelevant.
Anger fueled me. And I had a whole list of things to be upset about, including my prior inaction.
As quiet as we could, we inched to our spots. Graham, before the invasion, used to be the athlete of the group. He had the stamina to grab and go, but the children were more important than the mana. Their lives were in danger now.
“I still can’t snipe,” Chi said.
“Yeah, but you can be my second set of eyes to make sure we don’t get caught, and Rust, you grab the mana.”
I practically flew up the fire escape’s stairs of the four-story building to my perch overlooking the street. From my vantage
