Anatomy Of The Soul Novels & Stories

No ordinary subordinate could contain even the smallest trace of godhood. That alone was enough. Good. Then it was decided. Brilliant. Patterns resembling delicate moth wings surfaced across my skin before peeling away in drifting strands of light. One by one, they rose into the air, then descended upon the dormant soul, settling over it like a sacred script being inscribed onto reality itself. A luminous halo blossomed outward, enclosing the soul. Within that radiance, it began to stir, trembling as it drew the surrounding essence toward itself, as though calling it home. Matter condensed, rearranged, and unfolded, slowly weaving flesh and bone around the returning spirit.

My eyes seemed wider and a deeper shade than normal, contrasting what it would have normally been. It was as though my body was contrasting why my soul and wanted, in a way it felt my soul succumbed to transition while on the other hand my body wasn't anatomically ready for it. Faint lines of tension showed on either side of me as my bones ached from being tightly clenched. I could feel my entire body tensed in need of a release. Like a body possessed I went on all four, once again it was a moment of trying to shift and finding out I couldn't completely fulfill that cycle.

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

Ann answered as she reached for the stone and held it to the light that streamed in through the window. "If you look closely Adam, sometimes you can see the solidified energy of the soul inside…like a mist that's infused within the stone." Bartholomew explained. "It's filled with dead people?!" He exclaimed in horror. Bartholomew chuckled and shook his head. "I suppose it is. Soulstone was formed from the souls of thousands perhaps, all fossilized centuries ago when the gods themselves roamed the earth and walked among us in various guises. It can only be found in the realms that were eventually given over to the Daemons as they rose, and accessible only by those who rule those lands."

This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most. I turned my attention to the soul who was already whaling in desperate pain. The black stick substance looked like it was sucking on something. That was when I saw that the substance had created a heart and merged it to the soul only to suck it down so the soul would feel the agony of hurt and human pains. I don't know but I kinda liked what was happening and I could feel myself changing into demon form again. The same demon form which pain had turned me into in my room.

"The Soulfade Syndrome? What kind of illness is that?" Vera asked in surprise, as it was her first time hearing of something like that. "It's just as the name suggests," Cassian explained. "The Soulfade Syndrome refers to someone whose soul has gone missing." A person's soul? If it hadn't been Cassian who brought it up, Vera would've certainly rebuked the speaker for still holding onto such superstitions in this era of society. Cassian continued, "The Tome of the Seven Essentials explains the trinity of the self, which refers to the three components that make up a person's soul. It also mentions the seven echoes of the soul, each reflecting a primal force within a person's body.

At that moment, Fane's full focus was within his own body. Ever since the spirit refining pill entered his body, Fane felt like his entire body was being engulfed by a strange energy. His soul was screaming out in pain. Fane had read in an old book that the body's pain would never reach the limits because the bodies had their limits. Once the pain reaches a certain level, the pain would go numb. However, pain in the soul was different. There was no limit to the pain he could suffer. It was able to torture a person to death. The pain in the soul was far worse than any physical pain.

She shuddered, eyes pinballing between his. "And that kind of death doesn't kill the body at first. It starts with the soul. The mind. Because they can't have what they desire. The body might be there but functioning barely. But the soul and mind? They'd be messed up. So messed up it'll coax them into wanting to do things, crazy things just to prove to themselves they don't want what they desire." "You're speaking in riddles!" she hissed, clucking her tongue. "Because it is. A riddle only a few can solve, female."

Sanjay covers them with his hand insurance to be with her. Thereupon she went to meet Mrs and Mr Khanna who were confined to their room as they were not well. Subsequently, they called the night off. It was midnight when Abhi jolted up from his nightmare. What he saw puzzled him. He tossed and turned for some time but sleep was far from his eyes, so he thought of strolling around a bit. He reaches Raj's room. His eyes landed on a masterpiece, his hands were itching to touch it. He runs his hands on the string and abruptly feels like a connection with it. Lifting it he starts playing a tune that he has never played but feels a connection. Abruptly he feels the same throbbing pain in his head,

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."