A Sound Soul Dwells Novels & Stories

"Mr. Greenwood, I do." Arnold's eyes were wet as he gripped my hand tight, as if he were holding the whole world. He slid the ring onto my finger, then bent down and kissed me—soft, slow, full of love. Behind us, Bailey's cries tore through the air. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. I changed my course and ran toward my love and my new future. The sun was warm, the sea breeze gentle. And I knew that this time, I married my soul mate.

The challenge had barely left my lips when the silence of the Soul Altar finally took its bite. It wasn't the silence of peace; it was a hum so high it vibrated through my teeth—the collective wail of a thousand years of ghosts trapped in the focus-glass pillars surrounding us.

"She lives in the western quarter. You are going to meet her soon." The resonance output does something I have not seen before: it spikes briefly and then settles to a level above the previous baseline, as if the information itself has been absorbed into the protocol and has strengthened the process. I watch the numbers stabilize at the new level and I think: the second soul heard the name. It knows. "Sable," Kai says quietly, trying the name the way you try a word that belongs to something you have not had a word for before. "That is a wolf color."

“And the charm of the Charmed Forest resonates with the musical soul of your people.” The Reverberate Searchers Welcomed us to connect them in their hone of resound control, and we eagerly accepted. They taught us how to use our voices to make echoes, uncovering that each sound had a unique reverberation that may open the secrets of the caverns. “Sound may be a dialect of the soul,” I said, as I tested with the echoes, causing them to swell through the burrows like a resonant embroidered artwork. “It reminds us that our words and eagerly hold awesome power.”

I had seen firsthand just how far their donations traveled. Straining to hear the forest above the gust, I settled into a more cozy posture and slowed my breathing. The white pure and clean against the brown and gray of the planet, the snow fell and fell, danced and curled like sparkling spindrifts. And then, despite myself, my numb limbs, I calmed that unrelenting, cruel part of my mind to gaze upon the snow-covered woods.

Maverick pov The vague chanting becomes louder until it all there is. I loose all sense of time and space. I can no longer sense Gunner or my body. When the chanting ceases I find myself in a barren landscape. Drums of souls are all walking in the same direction, whilst others mill around. This is the soul plain, where souls wait until their bodies have been sent off. Releasing their soul and allowing the soul to move on into the afterlife.

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.

Yes, Josie is definitely my soul mate and I know I am for her as well. I whispered something in her ear. "It's one of my favorite songs when it comes to drama... I find it so expressive!" It was "Say Something" from "A great big World". The really slowest song I know and even like. I'm not that into slow songs, but this one is different and says a lot, so I liked it. Josie smiled at me when I revealed about the song and listened to the lyrics. "So beautiful, but so sad in a way!" she whispered back to me. She laid her head on my chest and I was able to easily lay mine on hers.

This was where he stood the last time. At that moment, the familiar creaking sound could be heard again. A strong soul motion came blowing over with a swooshing sound and it was so strong that it made it difficult to breathe. This soul-shockwave was obviously several times stronger than the previous soul-shockwaves. It ignored Fane's body and directly hit on his soul. This time, the attack not only caused a tingling sensation on the soul but also blurred his spirit. It felt like a thousand ants were biting his soul and they were dragging him into the abyss while eating him.

Mallory tried asking them where their original husk was, but they didn’t say as it was equal to saying how to kill yourself. So, Mallory then thought back about the oddity she didn’t notice. ‘Come to think of it, If I talk with them, and then go to another area, it seems like I’m still talking to the same person as the conversation continues. And even with how many plants there are just a few I can hear. Why didn’t I find that odd before?’ While she was contemplating why, they then told her another thing. [The maturity of a soul depends on how long it has been ‘awake’. You can talk to the more mature living souls, and that’s one of the unique traits of being the Goddess’ Blessed.]