A Soul To Keep Novels & Stories

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

The golden threads along the walls began to twist, curling into new paths, new rivers. Kael’s head snapped upward. “The surface will feel that.” Avery swallowed hard. “Then they’ll come.” She stood slowly, her body still trembling but steadier than before. “Kael… I know now what the Soulbound were meant for.” He met her gaze. “Tell me.” “To remember the world before death.” Her voice was soft, certain. “To keep it from fading.” The silence that followed was almost reverent. Then Kael exhaled — not relief, not resignation, but something in between.

It was the same one that always followed after the admission of who is mother was. “What exactly is the Keeper of Souls, well, what does she do?” “She was born to gather the souls of the earths dearly departed and keep them until it was time to be reincarnated. I don’t know how she behaved before I was born, but I do know that very seldom was a soul ever actually reanimated. Instead, she fed on them, taking on the magic the bearer once had. As she grew stronger so did her cruelty.” Saraid looked as if she might be sick. He reached for her and then changed his mind. He settled with a question.

But deep down, I always felt like I didn't deserve any of this. How could someone like me—cast aside, forced to wash dishes to survive, and nearly trafficked to bear children for strangers—ever be good enough for Miles, who was a promising young researcher? But the funny thing was, even though I no longer remembered him, I couldn't help but fall for him again the moment I set my eyes on him. However, I finally saw the truth once those memories returned. He was the reason why I was in such a state! And now, he hadn't brought me back to make amends. He had only brought me back because he needed a test subject for the artificial kidney project.

“I can’t afford to fail. Not this summer. Not here. Not anywhere.” Nikolai’s eyes softened ever so slightly, though the edge of control never left them. “Then don’t.” Arlo bent over again, trying to steady his breathing, trying to anchor himself in work, in movement, in anything he could. But Nikolai didn’t leave. Not immediately. He stood there, quiet, a reminder that this summer wasn’t just about hard work. Not just about survival. --- The thought prickled at Arlo’s mind. He shouldn’t even be here. He has more important things to do.

Feeling desperate to call him back and hold him. ...... Tabby

He didn’t hesitate. He scrambled forward and crashed into her embrace. She felt soft, warm, smelling faintly of shea butter and coconut milk. For the first time in what felt like forever, the shaking in his chest eased. Against her shoulder he mumbled, “What’s a soulmate?” She stroked his hair, careful around the swollen eye. “Someone who sees all the broken pieces and says, ‘I’ll hold them with you. I’ll keep them safe until you’re ready to carry them again.’ Someone who chooses you, over and over, no matter what.”

“It is special. You’re turning twenty-three, and there is a possibility that you meet your mate today, and that’s why-” “You invited the bachelors from our allied packs. I know it already, Dad. But what if I’m not ready? Or what if none of them is my mate?” It was already rare to find mates at this time. Our population is staggering, and I’m unsure if the Goddess fancied me enough to give me a mate. I hope she doesn’t, because I’m personally not a fan. “Then you are not. I’m not forcing you on anything, Victoria. But being able to sense our mates is a gift from the Goddess herself. It’s meant to be celebrated.”

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

He was the guardian of the Gate of Purgatory before Bellious took over. “Three months.” He says placing his hand on her belly. I smile at them both. Sofia is to be the next Moon Goddess, but she still isn’t ready. “How about you, Dahlia? How long do you have left?” I ask her when Malachi sits next to her. These two didn’t have the best start. But that is a different story.