A Soul To Touch Novels & Stories

I looked like a pretty ghost that everyone sees in the movies. I tried to touch the mirror in front of me but I failed. Just like what I experienced when I tried to touch my own body, my hand just passed through the mirror. So this is what it feels like to be fucking invisible. "You must remember that the soul is the most powerful part of a man. The human body is only a vessel of the soul." I remember what Kairos has said to me. According to him, even if I was not with my own body, it's possible for me to be able to touch things. But it would require great concentration.

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.

Soul Mind And, Body. *****

“You fight me with words while your body trembles for my touch.” “Shut up,” Soo-ah whispered, but his voice lacked strength. The chains above shifted, some dropping lower, close enough for Lazarus to catch one in his hand. He tugged, and it rattled, glowing faintly. “You see these?” Lazarus murmured, lifting Soo-ah’s chin with a single finger. “They’re not for your body. They’re for your soul. Every time you resist, you only wrap yourself tighter.” “I’ll break them,” Soo-ah hissed.

It felt divine, not because of breaking the rules, but because they had a purpose with each other. How much fun it is to lose your breath by drowning in the sweetness, isn’t it? The same she was feeling by having him inside of her. She was blinded by care, and a wish to become his want. From everywhere, she was surrounded by him. His touch, his scent, his voice, and finally his soul. She could feel their souls tangling into each other like smoke and then becoming one. If those two souls were not made for each other, then it would have been impossible for them to meet. But it was not.

Miriam asked with a trembling voice. Elle looked at everyone with a tilted head. She looked confused about why they were all surprised. She walked closer to touch Miriam’s belly and said, “There’s a soul here...” “No, really?” Heath, who was previously squatting beside Damian, kneeled toward the girl in front of his wife. “Elle, what do you mean there’s a soul...?” “Here, Cool Uncle. If you can’t see the soul, you can hear it!” Elle said softly.

Noah’s eyebrow twitched, and he pretended not to have heard Blackie’s cackling, “Alright, so what is this reactionary response? What happens when it is triggered?” “Ah, this reactionary response…” Blackie’s tone was rather nonchalant, “It’s what you’d call a soul cuddle.” Within seconds, Noah’s face crumpled into an expression that could only be described with the words ‘are you shitting me?!’ Blackie smirked knowingly, “Ah, but not just anyone can afford to cuddle with a soul of a worldborn! In most cases, your soul hug will figuratively choke the living daylights out of them.”

Soul Sight: a rare hereditary ability, manifesting in early childhood in those with a predisposition toward soulbound recognition, enabling the perception of— The text had been damaged after that. Water-warped. I had spent two weeks trying to find another copy and failed. But I didn't need the text to understand what I'd seen. Golden threads running from my chest to his. Longing in the space between them, vast and old and inexplicable. The knowledge arriving not as a thought but as a fact: he is mine.

The doctor's voice was trembling. In the end, the doctor removed fourteen pieces of glass, of various sizes, from Leo's hand. "The patient's nerves are severely damaged. The tendons are torn. He needs microsurgery immediately!" Looking at the bloody fragments, my rage exploded. My gaze fell on the trembling Nico. Isabella, despite having one arm dislocated, was still screaming hysterically. "Damn you, Arabella! You dare touch my son, I'll kill you!" I gave a slight gesture with my hand.