A Sound Soul Dwells Novels & Stories

I tried my best to lower my voice so the captor won't hear me. "I think I am about to perish," the missing soul replied. "No, it wouldn't happen. Don't say it. No soul is bound to perish. Unless you become vengeance like her. I know you're not. I can sense that you're bound to heaven. Please, hold on. We will get out from here," I said.

My heart screamed inside me. And then he stilled. Just like that, the warmth left his lips. My body froze. And then a sound tore from me, raw, primal, broken beyond words, a scream not from my throat, but from the deepest part of my soul. It echoed through the ruins, through the mountains, through the heavens. A sound of a heart ripped from its mate.

“It’s time to lay down your burdens. You’ve earned your rest.” As I spoke, the river pulsed in response, the water shimmering brighter as it embraced the soul. I felt the familiar warmth spreading through me as the soul’s fear began to dissipate, replaced by a tranquil acceptance. “Thank you,” the soul whispered as it began to drift away, leaving behind a trail of soft light that faded into the horizon.

“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

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

Soon enough the sound of rain hitting the car roof was the only noise heard, an amost quiet car ride was what Muhammad needed to sort his thoughts and wonder if it was too early for regrets. .

The Soulbone resonated within her, pushing her forward, urging her to complete what had been started long ago. "We’re close," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the howling winds outside. "The Soulbone Imprint is drawing us in. The source is near." Darian glanced over at her, his jaw tight with determination. "Then let’s move faster. I don’t like the feeling of this place." Asha couldn’t help but agree. The air seemed heavier here, filled with a suffocating weight that pressed down on her chest. It was as if the walls themselves were alive, watching them, waiting for them to make a mistake.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

It was not merely music—it was memory, it was prayer, it was the ache of something lost and the hope of something still waiting. Her voice rose, feather-light and pure. “Lead me to the water where my soul finds rest... Streams of living water where my soul finds rest...” The sound of her voice was not merely beautiful—it was a balm, a hymn, a lullaby from some heavenly realm. It drifted across the chamber like the fragrance of night jasmine, and Samarth sat entranced, his breath caught somewhere in his chest. Not even the birds at dawn, not even the rains on parched earth, could rival the purity of her song.

No matter what, it was truly hard for her to escape her previous beliefs. It was said that as the sun went down casting a cloud of darkness over the land, those bound to the world of the dead, on this day, would be set free to roam among the fleshly souls and if the living had not paid homage to the shadow dweller by remaining indoors while they were allowed to drift through the air… their life the spirit will seek…