A Home For Lonely Souls Novels & Stories

Xylos, despite his advancing age, remained their resident genius, ever pushing the boundaries of technology. A chilling echo, faint yet insistent, breached the comforting hum of the galaxy. It originated from the desolate fringes of explored space, a region aptly named the "Forsaken Reaches." Here, whispers spoke not of discord or manipulation, but of a profound loneliness, a deep-seated longing for connection. Kairos, his telepathic sense stretched to its limits, felt a wave of despair emanating from this distant source. It wasn't a single entity, but a scattered chorus of voices, each echoing with the same chilling isolation.

Fiona asked worried. “Well you see it don’t you? My skyscraper penitentiary, no warden, no guards, just a residence in the sky—isolated and alone, with a wolf familiar as my only family, cut away from the spiritual power of the Earth, cut away from my mother buried deep in that very earth”, she laughed manically. When neither of them said anything after a beat of long silence, Isuzu exhaled roughly, she swallowed thickly and continued;

She should have found her so-called Fated by now which, frankly speaking, she doubts the authenticity up to this holy molly hour. "Long, long ago, mortals were souls without physical form, just yet. Like stars scattered in the universe, they existed in the same space but were nevertheless alone. Loneliness from solitude fueled their desire for companionship. The anguish of these legions of souls grew and grew and grew for thousands of years! Behold, it was tremendous. All of a sudden, ZING!" His whole face lit up while narrating as though the events unfolded with him at the front seat. She was sucked by his gusto so she leaned close and listened.

I parked in the garage and went into the house. The house was quiet. It’s just me now. I’ll get used to it eventually, though I have to admit that I feel lonely. But I am not going to dwell on it. This feeling is just temporary. At least, I hope. Shaking that thought out of my head, I went to take a shower. When I was finished, I sat on my bed thinking about this point in my life. My job starts tomorrow night, so I’ll stay awake just a little longer to slowly adjust working the graveyard shift. Looking at the time, it’s only 10pm, so I looked for something to watch on one of those streaming networks. No matter how many streaming services or channels I have, there is always nothin

Within the nexus, souls found solace and inspiration, nurturing their inner journey and facilitating the collective exploration of truth and self-realization. The essence of Luna's memoir transformed into an ethereal resonance known as the "Luna Song." This celestial melody carried the timeless wisdom and transformative power of authenticity, resonating through the fabric of the cosmos and stirring the hearts of those who yearned for truth. The Luna Song became a cosmic anthem, inspiring beings to embrace their authentic selves and align with the universal symphony of existence.

But Mom’s about halfway through her 6th pregnancy, and still planning this stupid party. The walls were composed of beautiful oak slabs on the wall, with birch beams along breaking up the white ceiling. Every few chunks, there would be a skylight, letting in light. The sun’s rays would bounce off the stone flooring, sparkling the natural beauty of the floor. This hallway was lined with windows on one side, looking out over our pack’s land. You could see the training fields, sparring pits, and a dirt path along the hillside, disappearing into the woods that lines our land. It was a beautiful place to grow up, and it was going to be a terrible pain when I left.

I walked out of the infirmary towards the master's office making sure to avoid anybody on my way. I knocked twice before I was ordered in. I walked into his office and memories of my first time came pouring in. "Hello there little one, welcome to your new home" "I just want my mummy, please let me go home to my mummy." " Okay, little one if you want to go home to your mummy you would have to do something for me." " I'll do anything, I just want my mummy back." I had been doe-eyed and innocent back then, the master had grinned maniacally at me. Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it.

I kept my eyes on the blades as they kept spinning round and round without any other purpose. I began to wonder, is my life like that? Is that what Adam and I have become? Fan blades that only exist to do our relative's bidding? They only call us when they need us to do something that'll benefit them. Like two years ago when Adam and I were sixteen, they called us down to their place to sign some papers regarding our parents' assets. They wanted us to sign over some of the properties they had just found out about that were located on another continent entirely. From what I remember, my parents bought that land to build a cabin for us. It was supposed to be a place we could run to and hide wh

Jenny and Jess have never called since her fight with her father, and whenever she calls them they always found a reason to cut the call short. Her Mother only calls her when her father is nowhere near, which is rarely. Lily on the other hand calls her every time but never visits. even the children her niece and nephews have not been to her apartment she had no doubt they were all too scared to go against her father's wishes. Caroline was a rare gem and irreplaceable. She has not left her side since her family abandoned her. Dari called in sick to work, so she had enough time to put everything in her small apartment in order, while she awaited Caroline's arrival since her appointment was at

The smell of my unwashed body lingered, a harsh reminder of how things had gotten. Loneliness pressed down on me like a heavy weight. The silence was only broken by the occasional sound of rodents scurrying around, my only buddies in this cold, lonely space. The wolf inside me seemed to share my hunger, a quiet partner in this tough time. Lying on the hard stone floor, time felt like it blurred. The rhythmic drip of water served as a haunting beat, counting the never-ending moments of being alone. The darkness pushed against me, and the emptiness stuck to me like a second skin.