A Sound Soul Dwells Novels & Stories

"Go to sleep, Winnie. I promise that by the time you wake up, they will all be down in the depths of hell. Of course, if you want me to go down with them, I'll gladly do so, too." For some reason, I found that bitter voice to be quite familiar. It brought me right back to my high school days. So, I responded, "No. I want Finnie to live a good and long life…" Hot tears then splashed down onto my neck, like a seal on my skin.

The moment her fingers brushed my skin, I felt calm spread through my body, quieting the storm in my chest. “No, child,” she said, her voice like silk. “You are not dead.” She looked around us, her eyes soft but knowing. “You are standing between worlds. Not in the land of the living, but not in the land of the dead either. This is the place between — where the soul waits.”

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

Dark. As the rays of the sun shone down upon the Village, Ursula heard the whispers and murmurs of the soul. And to her surprise, there’s still a lot of wandering souls left. “As unpredictable as always.” She noted, pertaining to the spirit of the Ram. The master and lord of the underworld. So instead of wondering what souls remained here — she listened intently if the soul she was looking for was still here. ‘A woman in black?’ “Who’s she, who’s she?!’ A soul about to darkened hissed.

I groaned loudly hearing the sounds of banging from my door. I know who is trying to take down that door so I choose to not answer and let myself take time to sleep. Ugh! Why is life so hard, am I the only one who is suffering in this world? He even won't let me sleep in peace. " Fay! open the door or else I will break it down." "What the hell! Ezra. Go to your house and break every damn door in your house."

But Payal turned to the other side. Rakesh got up and brought the violin from inside the camp and started playing it. First its tune was light and calm and later it turned up and its tune and melody just started mixing an environment, running stream, tall trees and calm greens. Payal was feeling this tune. Like it was anchored her heart and she felt like current is running down her spine. She was feeling every single wave disturbance by this tune. As Rakesh stoped playing the tune. And as Payal switched off from her imaginations. She shouted "shit, its burned out"

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through

"With pleasure!" The Immortal twins said in unison, their voices weaving together in perfect harmony like the sweet, haunting melody of a mournful violin. Then, a profound silence dawned on the three of them, heavy with expectations that hung in the air like the promise of a thunderstorm.

The sea, by its nature, stores in itself something that is not on the Moon and the Sun, namely, the echo of the human soul. Slightly washing the stone shore and washing away traces from the sand, the sea seems to be holding a conversation with everyone. And its words sound in every soul. In some places, waves suddenly rise up, creating the walls which look like a multi-storey building and then descend again. At times, the sea seems to forget that it is part of the world, it begins to live its life showing that it is here, the queen. Carrying a small boat on its calm waves, the sea seemed magnificent to Adelard's soul that time as never before. Seeing in these waves Celeste herself, her out

I reached out and turned the key. The melody that emerged wasn't complex. It didn't have the jade’s logic or the marble’s finality. it was a simple, three-note lullaby—the Frequency of the Soul. It was the sound of a wolf breathing in the snow; the sound of a fire crackling in a storm; the sound of a heartbeat in the dark. "This is it," I said, my eyes filling with tears. "The First King didn't want to rule the world, Félix. He wanted to Quiet it. He knew the resonance would eventually grow too loud for the heart to bear."