Aria Of The Soul นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Yes. Come on. Today is the perfect day for swimming." “Don't take your servants. Only you and me." "As you wish." "Come back, Adelard! Don't lose your head. Although it will pass. Men are not able to love for a long time." Suzanne said with a wave of her hand. As expected, the weather became even hotter after the rain. But the slow crests of the waves created the illusion of coolness and freshness. They say that the Moon and the Sun are witnesses of everything that happens on earth, but the sea sees no less than these two. 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.

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

“I mean your soul has been unravelled. Ripped and then—against every rule of nature—it stitched itself back.” I didn’t respond. She already knew. “I’ve only felt that kind of echo once before.” She continued. “But you? You’re brimming with it. You’ve got too much life in you, Bliss.” “Is that… a problem?” She tilted her head. “Only if you don’t know what to do with it.” For the next hour Aria examined me. Not just physically but spiritually. She placed her hand near my shoulder, whispering old words I didn’t understand. Her palms glow faintly—soft blue light curling like smoke from her skin.

**Seeing Visions** Aria had been graced with extraordinary visions, mystical gifts bestowed upon her by the ethereal Moon Goddess, for several weeks. These visions had danced in and out of her consciousness, often cloaked in enigma and bathed in luminescence. The fleeting images that flashed before her eyes and the whispers that reverberated within her mind felt like elusive shadows, just beyond her grasp. However, in recent days, the frequency of these mystical glimpses had surged, transforming from disjointed fragments into vibrant, vivid tapestries of possibility.

she laughed horrendously. “But, if you succeed,” she continued, “this will close.” Her lips curled into a smile that didn’t look human. The whirlpool spun harder around us, as if reacting to her words. “Once Aria reaches the void,” Olivia said, floating closer, “she can never return to your world. Her soul will no longer belong there.” Behind her, I saw Aria’s body flicker again. It was becoming lighter, thinner—like smoke slowly rising from a dying fire.

The emotional storm I just survived. Aria blinks at me. Then she laughs too. Soft. Warm and Understanding. We stand there laughing together, the sound echoing across a space that feels neither dream nor waking. “Does this mean I’m awake now?” I ask between breaths. Aria smiles. “Not yet.” The world around us begins to dissolve gently. “This is just the in-between,” she explains. “The place where the soul untangles itself before returning.” I glance back once, instinctively. The field is gone.

Her grandmother had once whispered the name in a half-remembered tale—about a Luna who could command the weather, manipulate moonlight, and confront armies single-handedly. “That’s a myth,” Aria gasped. The spirit shook her head. “No. It is your legacy.” A violent surge of energy coursed through Aria once more. Her legs buckled, and she collapsed to her knees with a cry. “Aria!” Ryker bellowed, crashing against the barrier with such force that his knuckles bled. The spirit raised a hand, and the runes surrounding Aria pressed closer, embedding themselves into her skin like luminous threads weaving into her veins.

I winced, washing the dried mixture of his semen and my blood. How will you clean your tainted soul, Aria? ***

The first Alpha Mafia kneeling not to kings but to a woman crowned in shadow and fire. Aria screamed as memory not her own poured through her. She saw herself across centuries. Different faces. Same soul. The room shook. Selene’s voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere. “She remembers.” The pressure vanished. Councilors collapsed into their seats gasping. Aria swayed. Luca caught her this time. She clutched his shirt. “What am I?” He pressed his forehead to hers. “You are the origin.” Selene stepped from the shadows at last.