A Sound Soul Dwells Novels & Stories

Which means only one thing and that my mate call, wait if my mate call is accompanied by a dying soul call does that mean. I ran off to the direction that I was seeing the dimming soul, on getting close I realized there are two souls slowly vanishing, immediately i stepped into my grandmother’s holding cell I held my breath due to the horrible stench of dead corpses and food, I saw that this morons where giving them food in that filth as I could not understand why they expected them to eat in a place like this.

“Wonderful.” Snapping her finger and like the soul heard her and yield over their found master. Screams of tortured souls echo, as their cries, overflows and the image of the first terrace of the loop of hell is being shown. By which and with a smile from her, she utters the words. "Pride.” Whispering and like a warning bell and more of an alarm clock. Scream of dread and pain echoes as the souls and cries trap and torture within the terrace is getting louder and louder with each second, where she continues.

The Heart glowed between them, brighter than ever. And across creation, from the smallest atom to the oldest god, the new rhythm whispered— > thrum … thrum … thrum … The sound of freedom. The sound of remembrance. The sound of love reborn. And the universe sang. ---

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.

“Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin stood up and looked around until his eyes met mine. Then he knelt in front of the chapel as the rain began to pour again. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds parting for the blood moon to emerge. And the chatting became louder. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin slit his wrists with the spirit sword and allowed the blood to drip on the stairs of the chapel. And we all heard a rumbling sound apart from the sound of thunder as Darka emerged from beneath the chapel. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!”

That damned poem, that annoying Monk Deva Pran’s gift… …But hearing her now, her voice low and steady— I knew this was no theater. “Breathe like a flame that remembers its fire, Still as the root that outlasts the spire. Unhook the weight where memory clings, Let silence unfold your spirit’s wings. The soul is a shadow that longs to roam, Follow the pulse that calls you home. Rise on wings to claim the throne, Or let your spirit cling to bone.” She wasn’t reciting, she was becoming.

As soon as the people notice me inside, the whole place goes silent, even the unusual music, like they’d all been waiting for me. Then, a booming voice sounds from somewhere inside the bus. “Welcome, Soul 113, to the transitional dimension.”

the man said, his voice sounding like two stones grinding together in a deep well. "My name is Shale, and I am the voice of the Deep-Dwellers, and we have waited a long time to see the face of the one who carries our god," he continued, walking down the steps of his throne with a bone-cane that clicked rhythmically against the floor.

Child of the Unbound. The sound burrowed beneath her ribs. “What is this?” she gasped. The words felt wrong here, like they didn’t belong to her mouth. Kael’s expression darkened. “The soulstream beneath all realms—the artery of Death itself.” The Vein pulsed, as though acknowledging him.

Saying that the sound stopped buzzing inside her ears and her mind was flashed with so many faces, which looked different and from different time-periods. Those faces belonged to none other than the soul, and they were exactly seven in number. Showing Evanora, the sound again buzzed, “Now you have all the knowledge of what I am, who I am , and where I am. But it is only because you are helping him. (The sound meant Valor). Now, you have to leave from here, or you will get yourself tucked in a huge problem.” Saying that the sound vanished and everything went back to normal.