Novel & Cerita A Soul To Keep

The same loneliness I had felt after my father died, before I found my mates. You will stay with me, he said. In the dark. In my place. Not forever. Just until the shadow forgets you. Until it no longer remembers the taste of your blood, the warmth of your bond. A year. A decade. A century. I do not know how long. But you will stay, and I will fade, and the souls will go free. "And if I refuse?" Then I keep the souls. I keep the shadow. I keep the hunger. And you rot here with me, watching, listening to their screams, until you become as hollow as I am. Until you forget your own name. Until you beg me to consume you.

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.

Eventually, the two halves will become whole… with a single intimate act. Based on a nosey young girl’s questions on the matter, it was found that soulmates could feel each other when in the same vicinity. A beacon, of sorts. This beacon draws them closer until they find each other. This pulsating warmth, that thumps relentlessly in the chest of the pairs,… is an encouraging nudge to follow the bond to their destined mate. This is often used to draw two souls together across distance, but it does not dim after this initial meeting. It grows stronger until one half of the pair can find the other half—no matter where they are. Although this warmth is able to be ignored, the loss of warmth leav

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

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'

His palms were rough, calloused from the sword, but they were the only warm thing left in this city. "Kaima, listen to me. We’ve fought the High Priest. We’ve walked through the Ever-Void. We’ve looked the Tailor in his spinning eyes and we didn't blink. Mr. Vane and his 'investors'... they think they can own a soul because they have a contract. But a soul isn't a line of credit. It’s a flame."

Shaking my head, I add, “Unknowingly, I arrived here seeking answers, but it seems you only wish to hurt me with your cruel words.” His gaze flickers to the book in my hand, the pages worn and yellowed with age. “Open it. Innovar is a name for the creator. The one creature that made us all. The Soulmaker, Soulmender, and Soulkeeper are its descendants. There’s a chapter about the Soulkeeper, who is said to haunt the dreams of those cursed or carrying poison with them.”

"Unfortunately, something changed. Belial managed to manipulate Greco's intentions, used him, and achieved his goals. Now he has power, but he doesn't have a body to help him wield and catalyze that power. Now he can kill us gods and get away with it because he has broken the balance in his quest for power. Now he has the tools to finally win." Selene frowned and clutched the amulet. “And what role does the soul keeper play?” my mate asked with concern. “The soul keeper has the power of the source of life, the first and only incorruptible magic,” said the Goddess, her gaze fixed on the amulet. "That amulet was lost since creation until Azael found it and gave it to the great white wolf, who

Trust becoming prison. My han‌d‌s wer⁠e shaking s⁠o bad I co​uld barely turn pa‌g‌es. I’ve found the w‌ay.⁠ Ancient magic. Soul preservation across lifet‍imes. I will die but I w‌ill not en‍d. I wil‌l r⁠eturn. Aga‍in and again. The words​ blur‌red. Un‍til the per‌fect vessel is born.

I'd have the link with them, which includes feeling them when they fuck someone else. At least I can stay naive. That's all that really keeps me going. Don't get me wrong, Soul is amazing, thoughtful, generous and caring but he isn't my mate. I may have never wanted a mate but at least I had found them before losing them. As the saying goes: It's better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all. Right now, I am cuddled up on the sofa. Soul is out meeting some old friends this evening, so I'm having a relaxing evening to myself. This consists of: