108 Soul Novels & Stories

His thoughts lead him to another aspect of thinking like the creator of the human is the greatest artist the way he sculptured this beautiful young lady having no illustration. Then suddenly Rakesh stood up from the couch and walked near the counter and said, "excuse me.. Can I get a mug of coffee, please "? "Sorry, our chef shut down the kitchen at 12 o clock" Rakesh got sad and turned back to the Couch. Payal again got busy with the register. Worker fetched his bags from the car and put them on the right side of the counter table. Then walked into an adjacent room for workers. Rakesh started cracking his knuckles. Some time plans get flopped and nothing happens the way someone thought.

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

If her husband's soul was lost due to battling their leader, her drive and purpose changes completely from grief. "You can use the bibles as an object of spirituality..." Phuture stared Willie Lou in the eyes. "Learn how to use them as your spiritual object and you'll be able to absorb that piece of shit's soul. He utilizes teleportation to attack... if you could counter that... and absorb his soul... he's defeated." Phuture took a deep breath and hugged Willie Lou before she could reply, completely catching her off guard with the sudden affection. Suddenly, Phuture's spiritual essence began to ache her entire body. She dealt with an excruciating chest pain where the core of her soul rested,

I joked. “No Aiden, it isn't. It says here that with every bond, friendship, family, love, hate, desire, and the like, regardless of whether the person stays or leaves, there's always a whole or residual piece of the soul of that person left in your mind. Hence, Soul Chain”. He explained further. “That sounds stupid,” I said. We both looked at ourselves, amused by the concept of what had just read, and we laughed aloud, heartily, to our heart's content.

I question. A low chuckle surges from the base of his throat. "Listen to the sounds of nature. Feel her tranquillity for she speaks to your soul. When you are in misery, in doubt or pain all you need to do is this for your soul lights up to sing and you shall feel it."

What are you doing? ReNew’s response came quickly. It wasn’t me. The Soul Spirit waved her hand, beckoning Charlene forward. "It was me, my child. We have much to discuss." ReNew stepped back, a flicker of unease crossing her consciousness. Charlene stepped forward, her heart racing. "These changes are overwhelming for you," the Soul Spirit continued. "I hear your thoughts. While I slumber, I still hear and watch over my children. Yes, even on Earth. This is one of my gifts. By the way, I can hear your thoughts. No need for words."

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. "Yes, you can cultivate here while I'll guard you." Theodore's statement made Soheila jumped from joy. "Under the acacia tree is the best place to cultivate, and the water of the lake is called 'Soul Water' with just a dip of this water, it would help you regain your spirit. It is splendid water for the cultivators who had injured their souls. However, if they used this all at the same time, they would die. The Soul Water could also heal your tired body. Go and cultivate." Theodore explained.

As the soul was constantly condensed, the power of comprehension would soar and rise, and the benefits would become more and more enormous. "This Universal Nature is simply too profound. My current spirit energy is at the eighth star level, but I am only able to train a small part of it. This unique technique has eight parts, and each part is different, but they are connected to each other. It is hard to imagine how astonishing the growth of my spirit energy would be if I were to train to the eighth part..."

Their light was blending into mine, forming a rainbow of emerald-crimson-gold that was pushing back against the indigo dark. "Darlene, the frequency... it’s reading as Spiritual Autonomy!" Leo’s voice rang out, his indigo runes turning a brilliant, celestial sapphire. My son was suspended in the air, his hands moving through the silver-grey neurons as if he were playing a cosmic harp. "The Soul is the Hard-Drive of the Scorned! To break the 106th layer, you have to prove that your soul is Un-Scriptable!". From the center of the white-hot sphere, a figure manifested.

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.