A Soul To Touch Novels & Stories

I needed to do what I came here to do even though I was moved. “Okay,” I breathed out a sigh. I reached for Gloria’s hands and she tentatively gave them to me. They were warm and a bit bony. As I held them, I took in a deep breath, closed my eyes, and let it out. “That’s it…” I heard the voice of the Moon goddess. “Touch her soul and cleanse her body of the sickness that this mortal world has plagued her with.” As soon as I opened my eyes, a blinking light suddenly erupted from my place of contact with Gloria. I heard her yelp as she looked away quickly.

~ JESSE ~ I was coming apart at the seams—my mind, my body, my soul. Everything in me sang with pain and heat, conflicting needs, unspent emotion. And all of it twisted together and roared out of my chest. I was overwhelmed, clinging to this power by a hairsbreadth, and fucking Cazz wouldn’t listen! But even that was making it all worse. When he stepped up and touched me, my soul sang. Now he stood here, touching me, staring at me with such tenderness, and it made me sick.

And he tapped into it. Even if Levon hates him, his soul wouldn't. He could feel it, yearning to reach out. To feel. To hold. To touch. He craves it all the same. All their senses open to one another. "Always gonna be yours, Louis, no other." Louis felt a cold wave crashing down into his burning soul, it was peaceful, it felt good, he welcomed it, he couldn't fight against his soul and his soul wanted his other half. The one who has hurt them just as badly.

Dominic listened to me without speaking a word, paying very close attention to what I was about to say next. “Baby souls tend to leave the body faster. And they are not black as far as I know. They are mostly transparent or translucent colored souls because they are pure. But her soul was black, but it kept changing color as I stared at it. When I stepped forward to touch it…” I stretched my arm into the space and poked the air with my finger, showing him exactly what I did, “A light blinded my sight and you know what I saw? Or better to say what I felt?”

ariel:- don't tell me that she was the one who I have to protect, but I want to live free from any responsibility, but for some reason, I fell I drown to her, it was an endless path, which I can't escape. blue soul:- the way you feeling is obvious don't let all this thing overtake your head, because there something more I want to tell you. ariel:- I am certain that this feeling is about love or romance but this is something which pulls me to her, I think I didn't get peace until I find her again, tell me what you want to tell. blue soul:- the ring you saw earlier, it is about that, I am a soul that why I can listen what soul saying, a normal human can't listen to another soul.

As I stare into the tiny flame the old ladies words keep playing in my mind “A soul is much like a flame. It does not exist to simply be. It must be fed and nourished so that a flame becomes a fire. However, precaution is needed to handle such a thing. In one’s control it can create such beauty and flow abundantly. Although, when out of control it can become the greatest distraction that will destroy everything in its path” As I recite them once more I blow out a breath heavily.

I ask. As Adam composes himself and approaches, his trembling hand clasping my waist reveals the struggle within him. It's not merely a physical tremor, but a manifestation of the turmoil in his soul. I sense the weight of his past bearing down on him, an unwelcome guest crashing into the delicate balance he's been striving to maintain. In his touch, I feel the echoes of history, the ghosts of his past haunting him. This moment is a confrontation, not just with me or our surroundings, but with himself—a stark reminder of the journey he's undertaken to leave behind the shadows that once engulfed him.

“If the gate opens any wider, it will take something. A body. A bond. A name.” My stomach dropped. “A name?” “Who you are,” she said. “They don't steal flesh first. They steal your soul.” Kieran’s grip tightened. “Then it won’t get mine.” A sharp, icy pressure slammed into the bond. Not pulling now. Probing. Searching for a weak spot. I gasped. “It’s… it’s touching me.” “Where?” he demanded. “Inside the bond. Like fingers in an open wound.” The presence spoke again, closer, clearer.

“Oh, no, sweetie. You’re not dead.” I let out a shaky breath. “How do you know that?” “Dead people can tell when someone isn’t dead, don’t you think?” She explains with a smile. “Your soul, I can see it. So can everyone else here in the market. It’s glowing and is intact, so, no, you’re not dead.” She then stares at my chest so intensely. I cross my arms over my breasts. What is she? A pervert? “Your soul. There’s something about it.” Her eyes are still glued to my chest. “It’s almost like… like, it’s calling me to touch it.”

His fingers played with the waistline of my panty. "Are you ready?" He asked "Yes, I am ready to give into you," I said and his eyes shone in excitement. "But" I added, the lips that were curved in a light curve reform into a thin line "Before our bodies become one and we touch each other's deepest corners I want to touch your soul" His eyebrows knitted in confusion.