A Sound Soul Dwells Novels & Stories

It was a conduit for his past. A different sound reached me now, physical this time, shredding the silence of the penthouse. It was the sound of destruction, of furniture being hurled against walls, of a raw, guttural roaring that was more beast than man. It was the sound of a soul being flayed alive.

another asked, its voice rising in desperate hope. "Yes." A chorus of jubilation echoed through the room. I clamped my eyes shut, trying to block out their voices, but I couldn't escape their dizzying cacophony of thoughts. I have wandered this world for too long... My soul is weary... Let me pass in peace, Móðir.

Lilim smiles. - All those who lie dead on the ground, creatures that should belong to the Moon Goddess, but who gave their souls to hell, I will take with me. Their dead flesh will be food for me and my sisters. All who are still alive and walk towards your pack, as they die, I will take them with me to hell, with the same end. Regardless of how long one of them is alive, as they die, their crop and soul belong to hell. Especially this creature that is trapped there. - she points to Dimon - When he dies, his flesh and soul belong to me and my sisters. None of them will have a chance of being forgiven by your Goddess. That's the price I charge to go back to hell. If you choose not to accept i

“Where are we?” The man gets to his feet, amplifying a hand to me. I eye it distrustfully for a minute some time recently tolerating it and permitting him to drag me upright. “This is the soul realm,” he says, his eyes clearing the skyline. “It’s where the blessed messengers reside.” I gaze at him for a long time, my intellect dashing. “So it’s true,” I say at final, incapable to come up with a levelheaded clarification, for all my endeavors. “You truly are an angel.”

He pulled off his shirt. The vibrio vibrated, energy seemed to gather around the teenager, and a high-pitched call echoed through the room. The supernatural sound slid into Stralath's brain—a seductive intrusion. "Angels." Coco gasped. "I hear angels." To Stralath, it sounded more like the call of a sea creature. Like the whale sounds, he'd studied. But he understood the beauty. His heart warmed at the choir in his head, and his muscles relaxed as a gill opened on Bobby's neck. From the opening, four glowing lures unfolded like sprouting shoots. They danced as they unwinded, and a bioluminescent blue glow lit up the walls.

I'm a fairly brave person, I am, but sometimes I just didn't wanted to feel the process of recovery all over again. I knew I had to wake up feeling okay in the morning. I would, but it was simply a level of worn-out-ness that hurts. But I knew I wasn't tired physically. It was the mind and soul that needed rest. "Your majesty! Are you even listening?" Of course I wasn't listening. "We'll move next to uh, maybe the land of the dead. Or the fire, hell place you said."

Soft music is distant to my ears as she holds me close, keeping eye contact. We move gracefully on the dancefloor, me following her lead. Murmurs from those around us sounded like bees buzzing in a beehive, nothing clear enough for me to understand. Not that I cared about what they had to say. "You okay," she asks in barely a whisper and I nod lightly.

His face contorted into one of discomfort. "Small world." David murmured. Small world, too small for Asher's liking. He had found the girl he missed for so long, but it seemed like she was still miles away from him and forever out of his reach. At that moment all he could think was, fate was truly a cruel and heartless bitch.

Could hear its voice clawing in his mind. 'The sound of those damned to wander for eternity. Rotting in their own Hell. Their souls so defeated that they no longer exist, torn and rendered useless. A man with no soul, with no blood of Adam, can never enter the kingdom of Heaven.' "I doubt I could ever obtain the forgiveness needed to open those gates," Nathaniel shook, refusing to look over his shoulder at the creature. " A heavy silence crashed around him, combined with stifling unease as the being stared unblinkingly.

SEVEN I had my first nightmare that night, of me kneeling at the feet of the good Reverend Alistair McIlvian in that clearing while he reached to the heavens and prayed in a booming voice . . . . BOW DOWN BEFORE HIM, YE FALLEN ONES, SEEK SUPPLICATION AT THE DREAD FEET OF HE WHOSE CEASELESS ROARING ALWAYS AND FOREVER FILLS THE VOID BEYOND THE GATE, FILLS THE TIMELESS SKIES! HIS MIGHT TEARETH THE FOREST AND CRUSHETH THE CITIES, hear THEN HIS VOICE IN THE DARKNESS, ANSWER HIS CALL WITH THINE WHOLE HEART, OPEN YE HEARTS TO BE MADE OVER INTO HIS IMAGE, THE YELLOW KING OF YELLOW SKIES . . .