A Soul To Touch の小説・ストーリー

Uff her lips are so perfect to stay and we continue our kissing. I am kissing my soul. You are my soul Ira.....

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

“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

Something cosmic. And even in the quiet—especially in the quiet—I can feel it. The way his soul sings against mine. The way his touch pulls me back into being. The way we are whole.

It felt like his hand was touching my very soul, like his fingers were brushing against something far deeper than skin and bone. I’d read countless tales of destined mates, of the soul-deep connection that only true love could forge, and the strange energy that seemed to flow between such bonds. A feeling of recognition, of belonging, washed over me. I wondered if this was what a mate’s touch felt like, what it felt to be truly known, truly seen.

She will surely mourn again and blame herself, like how she blames herself for the loss of Papa, but if I come back, it seems impossible for the dead to live again, right? I'm so very sad right now, but I need to be strong. I could do nothing if I didn't keep up with the line of souls. Hays, I have no idea where is this line going? So when I saw a girl in front of me, I touched her and I was shocked on what happened. Shocks! The fact that my hand didn't get through of her body, even though her while body was just like the ray of light, I still can touch her without infiltrating his body, I mean, from what I see on my foot, it also looks like a ray of light, so it means my whole body is also

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.