A Soul To Touch Novels & Stories

the older man snapped his finger, "you're still alive, dead spirit doesn't have energy colour like yours." So the older man found a protection spell from gods, then he saw Henry's soul was still connected to the world, meaning he was still alive. Henry looked at the toes of his shoes which looked dirty with dust and mud, his heart was beating fast. He could feel the pulse in his neck and the pounding of his heart beating against his ribs. "I- I'm still alive?" "Maybe the answer you are looking for is your memory and where is your body now," Tania's father's statement made Henry's thoughts swirl and feelings mixed.

He quipped unable to ignore his nerves. Summer blew out a breath. "Am fine." As she spoke she began nuzzling her face against Asher's neck, trailling small kisses as she did so, a motion that was making it difficult for him to remain calm. Every tiny touch was like an electric shock against Asher's skin, the feeling being one he hadn't felt in so long. Not even with the countless women he used to try to get over Summer. "Summer you need to try to control yourself." He gasped out as he began to realize exactly what it was Sarah had given her.

"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."

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."

Love is the beauty of the soul. *******

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.”

My soul doesn’t feel any lighter. XXX

"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