A Soul's Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ever since that soul inside Levy had woken up, it had caused the light and dark sides to go to war with one another. While Levy wanted peace, the essence of her soul wanted revenge which created the two sides to fight. Sensing the seriousness in Logan’s voice, Levy nodded. She said to him, “I really want this piece of soul to leave my body. I don’t care if it’s related to my own past but I have no grudges in my heart.“ She understood why the witch wanted revenge after all, she had lost everything because of the shifter and the dark witch but Levy doubted that awakening of this piece of soul was anything good. Especially when she tried to kill Logan the second, she took over her body.

My body was alive, but my soul—my soul was splintered, fractured by years of being made small, by one night that ended with my son bleeding in my arms. And still, even now, I could hear Mia’s laugh. I shut my eyes, willing it away, but it clung to me. Maybe it always would. Maybe that was what revenge really was. Not anger. Not fire. But memory. Memory that never left you, that whispered in your ear when the world went quiet.

Olivia said. “You have no right to mention my grandfather,” Roxy said to the director who surprisingly was threatened by Roxy’s assault. “I am truly sorry for everything that took place in Sioux Falls. I can’t blame you for hating me,” “Than why are you keeping the soul for real?,” “I have my orders, but I realize that doesn’t change the past. After the soul has been neutralize and both realms are safe, you may take your revenge and end me,” “Director. You don’t mean that,” Sarah said. “I mean, SPEAR needs…,”

"Rowan is gone. My world is scarred. If I don’t do this, we all die anyway." I pressed the cables harder against my heart. Come to me, I thought. Use me. I am your sword. I am your revenge. The first soul hit me like a physical punch. It was an old woman who had died in the first harvest. Her memories flooded my brain: the smell of baking bread, the feel of a grandchild’s hand. Then came a soldier. Then a child. Then a hundred more.

“Julian and his friends. They raped her. They killed her. They laughed about it. I want them broken. I want them to scream. I want them gone.” “Revenge is simple,” he rumbled. “Souls are the currency. Yours will suffice.” He stepped into the circle; the air shimmered around him. “But I collect upfront. Your body first. Every hole. Every cry. You submit, I deliver. Refuse, and the contract voids. No vengeance, no nothing.” My pulse hammered in my throat. Fear, fury, and something darker twisted low in my belly. “Do it,” I said. His laugh vibrated through my bones.

The pain he should be feeling is overpowered by his desire for revenge, "I want my revenge, I’ll do the contract. I don't care if you take my soul." "The rules are simple," The demon started, "I will be on your side, fulfilling your wishes until you served your revenge. In exchange, I will feed on your soul, until nothing is left." Chris didn't budge, "Like I said, I don't care. I have to find the people behind my parents' death. They will pay. They will pay for everything."

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.”

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

Ignoring the crow's wind blades and golden flames tearing into their bodies, they turned as one and charged at Sam with terrifying force. The revenant on the left reached him first. Jagged green bone spikes tore through the air as its claw lashed out, aiming to pin him in place. The one in the middle drove both fists forward, summoning the Wrath Fountain. Rolling heat threatened to swallow Sam whole. The revenant on the right threw back its head and roared. A violet soul cannon formed at its mouth, packed with the screams of countless spirits. It fired straight at Sam's head, aiming to blast his soul apart in a single strike.

He laughed then. "Why should I? You signed your soul over to me, and nothing will ever save you... not even the little ankle biter." The souls screeched and then yanked me down into the puddle, my vision becoming blurry by being surrounded by the blood as they started to pull me in deeper and away from the light where Calix was hovering over the puddle, watching as his eyes flashed red hungrily. I screamed as I was being dragged, letting the blood rush into my mouth. I squirmed and tried to kick away the arms. They latched onto me however and bit into my flesh, their snarls surrounding me as I suddenly felt like prey that had wandered into shark infested waters. I suddenly saw Silas's dead b