A Soul To Keep Novels & Stories

Like my soul is drifting from my body. That can’t be happening! I have so much to live for! Virginia. Declan. My parents. Even Dean. My maybe unborn child! My pack. My brothers and sisters. I cannot, NO I will NOT die! Gripping on to every little piece of me I have left, I pulled the feel of my soul back inside my body, and clenched onto it with all my might, begging not to leave the earth, my family, my life. I am needed. I have a pack to stay alive for.

Sia was sobbing, and Xavier and Kai tried calming her down. "What did you find, Xavier?" Sia asked after she calmed down. "I found that Uncle Reo wrote the Mystery of Death Valley Soul," Xavier said, and Veronica's eyes widened in surprise as if she knew something. "He mentioned that when souls are trapped in Death Valley, it means they are not dead completely, as their soul has the power to come back to life in their original body." "That's strange," I muttered. Everyone looked at me. "How can the soul come back to its original body? The original body can decay, right?"

I heard Noah say behind us. Soul chuckled. He got up from his chair and faced Noah, he raised his hands in surrender, "You have nothing to worry about Noah, she is yours. I understand that. I only will ever consider her a close friend. She is your mate after all, you will always came first to her." Noah bowed his head in understanding. Soul looked at me and smiled, "I will be leaving tomorrow. I will come visit, don't worry. But I have admit that I will miss you dearly, Mia Maverick." Soul took my hand in his hold and kissed it tenderly.

ARE THERE SUCH THINGS AS SOUL MATES? IF THEY ARE NOT HAPPY IN ONE LIFE, THEY TRY TO BE HAPPY IN ANOTHER ONE. When I arrive in front of my house, I stand in front of it for a moment looking at it. I was hoping Jay was in my room, I was hoping to lie down next to him, to feel him close. I wanted to go back to him. But now I knew I had a purpose here. I can't do it though, I don't want to be a soul releaser because I don't feel capable. Besides, being a soul releaser means being here forever and not living again. Is that my answer? I won't live? I hope I am wrong because if so I will be devastated forever, for all eternity.

“And that is why you, Dane, were able to feel his death and carry on. She can’t, she's stuck.” “Does he have a soul?” Dane asks with a creased brow “I think you already know the answer to that.” “Okay then, wise one.” I mutter in my most sarcastic tone. “What do we do with him if my mate is the one keeping him alive?” “There is nothing you can do. You have to leave it to the higher powers. The machines are allowing him to heal. But no one can survive without a soul. Maybe if they think he deserves it, they will give him a new one. But you better pray for it.”

“It can’t be love, not on his part. Not with his wretched family. I’ve seen the way he acts around the village—there’s one thing he wants from her, and it’s not her hand in—” “We need hope as much as we need bread and meat,” he interrupted, his eyes clear for a rare moment. “We need hope, or else we cannot endure. So let her keep this hope, Mira. Let her imagine a better life. A better world.” I stood from the table, fingers curling into fists, but there was nowhere to run in our two-room cottage. I looked at the discolored foxglove painting at the edge of the table. The outer trumpets were already chipped and faded; the lower bit of the stem rubbed off entirely. Within a few years, it would

bodega with the cat that is three parts lion, the nail salon two doors down that is always playing a true crime podcast at a low murmur, a teenager on a skateboard practicing a trick like persistence is oxygen. I buy a second apple because the first one was a betrayal and I am stubborn. I come home feeling more like a person and less like a cursor blinking without a sentence.

As long as they kept their hands off her Sheila, and someone made sure his baby was fed, he did not care what hells awaited for him and why . He reminded himself to reaffirm vows by the Pattersons, the Lorenzos, and the Feuns, that they would keep his ladies herded. Lone sheep get branded first. At last, he'd settle on this idea that death in any form would be a beauty. An aesthetic marvel. Whether one found it scary, serene, fiery, blissful, avenging, or as providing closure ... must remain a personal interpretation. To each their own ...

And remembered the words of a man named, “Nameless.” ““Death is only the beginning, Maru. You should know by now that the soul is imperishable. Though you could change, remove and add something upon it, but its main components remains ever the same. Even if you extinguish the soul unto ashes, it does not follow that it is truly gone. Not really. Only in part, perhaps.” “Yes. Nameless might be right, indeed.” the entity muttered before it opened its eyes to yield unto this irresistible pull. But it was at this moment that some unintelligible words caught up from beneath it.

"Do you remember anything?" The girl closed her eyes. For a long moment, there was nothing, but then... "I remember... flowers." A pause. "And someone singing." Another pause. "I think... they loved me." Aiden smiled. "Then that's where we start." Behind them, the Book of Origins floated into the air, its pages turning on their own as words slowly appeared: > *A soul is not its memories alone.* > *It is every love it has given... and every love it has received.*>