A Soul To Touch Novels & Stories

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

“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.

He drove out of his mansion speedily like a cheetah and continued until he reached his destination.  Soft red cheeks, long thick eyelashes curled upwards. Small chubby hands fisted on chest, red little nose, lips formed in a cute pout, the infant wrapped in a white towel was sleeping peacefully in the most unpleasant place. The tired young girl crouched down staring at the baby was both awestruck and mesmerized. If the rise and fall of the baby's chest hadn't been visible she would have mistaken him for a porcelain doll. From the desperate yearning that grew inside her, she stretched her hand and touched the baby's soft cotton-like cheek causing him to open his eyes slowly.

She's comfortable in the knowledge of what's she doing, but I suppose that may be the case because she's done this for so long. "Not many people can touch my souls, Lilith. They don't like it," she tells me while eyeing me. "Theseus is the only other person at the moment who can come in here to create a soul. But even then, sometimes I have to correct his mistake." She says. "Why are you telling me this?" I ask. "Because you have the raw gift of acceptance. The souls trust you; allow you to be near them without freezing the ectoplasm." "What's that?" I ask.

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."

A hint of sadness invaded his eyes. I shook my head in denial. “It’s not about that, Warren. Yes, I have missed you very much. You cannot imagine how much. You do not know how much I have thought about you. Every day, I daydream about you. But there are things about me you don’t know.” I put my hand closer to his chest, to feel his heart, and I froze in place: my hand passed through his body. What the fuck does this mean? He sighed and said to me, “We can’t touch each other, love. It is your soul that is here.” He paused for a few seconds and continued saying, “You do not know how much I want to feel you and make you mine, love.”

"And that's if I can figure out what is wrong. If I can't figure out what's wrong, you don't get healed. Or I could send magic to areas that aren't actually in dysfunction and end up making your illness worse or make you sick with something else." She made air quotes. "The ‘baring your soul' portion of this ritual helps me find what parts of you are actually in need of healing. No one will know you more intimately than me. That's why you can't touch me. I do the touching. Only. Ever." What the fuck? Kiema toasted me with her water glass. Tipping it back, she drained it all in one go. "What the fuck?" I yelled. "No one fucking told me that you would have to go deep diving in my brain, emotion

To touch me? “I don’t think I can let you walk around in the ball knowing that you smell divine,” he muttered, his tone low, dark, heavily with want. I tried to clench my thighs, tried to hold myself back, but I couldn’t, not when his touch made me feel like I was about to go crazy. His lips captured mine, it wasn’t slow this was him taking me, claiming my soul, reminding me that I was his. That I belonged to him. I didn’t fight his touch, didn’t pull back, just welcomed everything that he had to offer.

I heard his voice, the last person arrived and that made a burst of energy follow, coming out of that bed in waves to everyone under the Festival. There are no words to describe the pleasure I feel and this feeling that all the parts that were broken inside my soul come together and form a perfect puzzle. I can distinguish the touch of each one of those around me. Dylan's touch is like little explosions, like feeling fireworks going off on my skin, while Marcus' touch is like feeling a feather gliding across my body, Lestat's touch is warm like I'm being bathed in the light of the rising sun, Kendrick's is stronger, more intense, like a fighter's and finally Kaiden's touch, which is both icy

Within the nexus, souls found solace and inspiration, nurturing their inner journey and facilitating the collective exploration of truth and self-realization. The essence of Luna's memoir transformed into an ethereal resonance known as the "Luna Song." This celestial melody carried the timeless wisdom and transformative power of authenticity, resonating through the fabric of the cosmos and stirring the hearts of those who yearned for truth. The Luna Song became a cosmic anthem, inspiring beings to embrace their authentic selves and align with the universal symphony of existence.