A Soul To Keep Novels & Stories

Souls couldn't "Hold together," I shouted. Through network. Through connection. Through desperate need. "Stay present. Stay here. Stay" But I was collapsing too. Fragments leaving too fast. Too many wounds. Too much loss. I was becoming less. I was Thorne caught me. Physical catching. Bond catching. Love catching. His hands on my body. His consciousness in my mind. His love in my soul. Holding me. Keeping me present. Keeping me here. Keeping me Haven's song intensified. Became everything. Became all we could hear. All we could feel. All we could

What a disgusting disgrace of a human being! Holly Mary, mother of our Savior! Can we borrow your son to come die for this soul again? This one needs special deliverance and saving for God’s sake! What kind of human being is this? Is he perhaps suffering from a certain disease that he is trying to transmit to the whole world through sex or something? How can there be a disgusting, shameless jerk like him in the human realm? I feel Robby slowly take the phone from my hands, and I don’t object. I actually think I have had enough of that pathetic soul. He is nothing but a sick, rotten Dickwhore! A total shame to be associated with.

“I think you’ve judged the situation wrong, Alpha. I am in no way a whipped puppy at her command. You can do as you wish with her. However, it seems I have a smaller, extra hearthstone that was broken off from the original. I believe it would serve your purpose, however, along with the girl, I want something else.” Ruax questioningly raised his eyebrow. “There was a breach in the realm yesterday. Someone had crossed the portal and entered here. I don’t trust them or their power. They cannot be allowed to live, not after being the only beings to cross the portal in well over a century. I believe they are in your possession? If you eliminate them, we have a deal.” “How many souls can this brok

Lorey stubbornly said and continued to convince him to abandon the unknown soul that’s residing in her sister’s body “can’t do that! What will happen to my sister when her body died?” he asked the soul but she, also, didn’t know the answer “Just – when we arrive in the island. Be careful! Lich is also there… so many ghouls are there! Even if you can’t find my body, you must escape okay? You can’t die! Hear me? You must live!” the soul keep on repeating her point and circling around that will make some people dizzy. Of course, no one can see her that's why she's like that

No beasts trying to attack us. We finally found a cave yesterday to keep us warm. We have fire. We have meat. We even have clothes to keep us warm. They're messing with us. I know the pattern. The Soul Keepers give you a week or more of almost-peace, let you think maybe we can survive this, right before they drop something designed to rip your soul out through your teeth. I can't take another round. I can't handle seeing Hazel almost fully naked again. I keep trying to get those images out of my head and replace them with images of my mate.

Several important things to note in that sentence, but I really must know, “What is a keeper?” “Who, not what. And keepers have been charged for all eternity with helping souls that have left the mortal realm pass on. If you had not stuck your head firmly in the land of denials, you would have taken note of all the teeming souls waiting for you to help them pass on.”

Watching the sunset. "We have one day," Maya said. Nan nodded like she already knew. "Sit," she said. Maya sat beside her. "When I was protecting the children," Nan said, "I learned something important. Enhancement cannot touch the soul. It can change the brain. It can change the body. But the soul is separate. The soul is what remembers love." "How do you reach the soul?" Maya asked. "Through memories," Nan said. "Through the things that matter. Through the moment when someone realizes they belong somewhere. When they realize home is real."

“You’re not taking anyone.” The figure’s voice softened, almost pitying. “I am not the unmaking. I am the Keeper. Every world requires a price—a soul to anchor it, to keep it from dissolving into me. Choose, or I claim you all.” The ground cracked beneath them, and the golden light dimmed, as if the world were already fraying. The whisper grew louder, now a chant, repeating their names in a rhythm that matched the song in their hearts. The figure stepped closer, its form growing, its mirror-face reflecting their fear, their love, their everything.

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

"But the gods measure him by how he carries his destiny." She spoke of fate often—not as myth, but as law. That the five of us had one same mate, chosen by something older than time. A woman whose soul had been woven with ours before we were even born. A companion who would carry our light and temper our shadows. And if destiny didn’t bring her to us, we were to find her. Like our fathers did. "If fate doesn’t deliver her," she said, ladling soup during our last visit, "go out into the world, find her, and claim her, as your fathers crossed mountains to claim me. Don’t wait for signs. Be the sign."