Anatomy Of The Soul Novels & Stories

By making love to each other ,not only their bodies but their souls become one. Dhruv never expected to get married and fall in love .He thought that he wasn't lucky and his tainted soul didn't deserve love . After Dhruti entered his life everything got changed. She loved him for the person he was...she understood his worth and he was a diamond. The way he accepted her childishness, her non stop blabbering and her short tempered nature ,She can't help but thank God enough for making him her life partner. It was the story of those untainted souls who suffered---- Dhruv ,Shrestha and Dharam.

“That’s fine, your morning breathe will probably suck the life out of me anyways, I might as well take the sofa.” The two soon returned to their usual interaction of playful teasing and bickering; finally at ease knowing that they were no longer alone… they had each other no matter what the future had in stored. However, when one soul was at peace, another was unconsciously seeking a resting place… At Acre Hills asylum, in the dead of night, the flashing shadow of a certain young man appearing in a gust of smoke, slowly approached the pale figure curled up into a ball at corner of the room, frantically chanting words of distress…

"What did I tell you about artifacts? What were the similarities between your marble and Annie's mother?" Hmmm. I put my hand on my chin and tried to think what could the two have a similarity with. The marble was just a marble, unlike Annie's mother who manifested herself in a conscious soul form. Wait, that's right Soul form...Soul, yes both of them have a soul, although the marble had a weak one the fact that it had communicated with me to throw it towards the nightmare origin proves that the marble had developed a soul. "Both artifacts had developed a soul, that's what they have in common."

Something that felt like the transformation but deeper, older, more final. Her bones broke. Not the bones of her body. The bones of her soul. Her skin peeled. Not the skin of her flesh. The skin of her self. Her heart stopped. Not the heart in her chest. The heart that had been beating since the moment she was born, the heart that had learned to love, to hunger, to burn. Then the wolf opened its eyes.

"Do you remember anything?" The girl closed her eyes. For a long moment, there was nothing, but then... "I remember... flowers." A pause. "And someone singing." Another pause. "I think... they loved me." Aiden smiled. "Then that's where we start." Behind them, the Book of Origins floated into the air, its pages turning on their own as words slowly appeared: > *A soul is not its memories alone.* > *It is every love it has given... and every love it has received.*>

Did my genes suddenly change or what, I needed an explanation. That night the full moon was high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over everything. I tried to ignore the strange sensation that was beginning to ripple through my body, but it was no use. It was like a wild, uncontrollable energy was building up inside of me, threatening to burst out of my skin. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain shoot through me, and I let out a long, mournful howl that echoed through the night. It was like nothing I had ever felt before - a primal, instinctual urge that was completely beyond my control.

Within the Nexus, souls found solace and camaraderie, supporting one another in their pursuit of self-realization and providing a nurturing environment for the blossoming of authenticity. The essence of Luna's memoir evolved into a celestial resonance known as the "Luna Essence." This ethereal vibration carried the universal wisdom and transformative energy of authenticity, reverberating through the cosmic fabric and stirring the souls of those who yearned for truth. The Luna Essence became a guiding force, inspiring beings to embrace their true selves, embrace their passions, and radiate their unique light into the universe.

But I think, infinite are the one’s who don’t have any names, who are not into the calculation of the human mind. Like our names are only, attached to the physical form which willt urn to dust, but the spirit the soul will be forever, soul of no definite form shape, only energy. Turning around, A gasp leaves me, his eyes startle me, but more then anything, My heart frantically beats so loud, I can hear it, I can feel it pounding the blood in my veins, everything in my body freezes, seeing his arms around a girl, who could be easily called as a supermodel.