Aria Of The Soul Novels & Stories

I let out a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding, slumping back against the table like I’d just fought a war. Maybe I had. Inside me. And I’d lost. Because Aria… Aria wasn’t just a woman in my pack. She wasn’t a breeder. She wasn’t a strategy to preserve my legacy. She was the legacy. Every time I looked at her, my wolf howled. Not for sex. Not for pups. But for her soul. I moved toward the shelf and poured myself a drink, whiskey biting the back of my throat as I downed it in one go. Another. And another.

Now that I am turning back into my human form, how can I get my soul back to complete my missing piece? "How I miss the time when I still have my free will," I sincerely said to him. "Don't we all?" He releases an audible sigh. "About Aria...." he started to sound serious. "What about her?" Upon hearing Aria's name, I immediately followed him with a question. "The thing inside her is too powerful and dangerous," he seriously said to me. "I know that," I quickly respond. "Then you know that it has to be destroyed," he exclaimed. "How?" I looked into his eyes with so much confusion.

And something ancient and jealous looked back through the hole they’d made. Something that remembered her from another life. Another war. Another claiming. It whispered her name like it owned her. And the cost of calling her soul back became clear. It wasn’t just memory that would bleed. It was everything. Every rule. Every balance. Every forgotten god who thought they still had a claim. It wasn’t supposed to go like this. The moment they reached through the veil to pull Aria’s soul back, the sky had cracked. Not just metaphorically. Not symbolically.

This wolf you're looking at is someone who leads a whole gang and has seen more corpses than those in your ancestral graveyard together so how dare you say this chief is delicate? But that is a curse for another day. Presently, Aria was so enranged by his act that she held his hand and tackled him down on the bed. After seeing his face, she finally remembered that this was the so-called mate that had fell from the sky. But even so, how dare he come so close to her. He had talked so close to her ear that she had shivered out of disgust. Yes, disgust. Aria was sure it was purely disgust and nothing else that made her suddenly shiver out of nowhere. After all, having a nice voice doesn't mean h

It was a feeble hope, a wish against his strong influence. Then, in a fleeting moment, I saw it again—a hint of something softer beneath the hardened exterior. Maybe there was a semblance of a human soul buried deep within him. But just as quickly as it appeared, his expression hardened once more. "Well, you see, Aria," he continued, his tone colder now, "I have people working everywhere for me. No matter where you run to, I will always find you." His voice was chilling, sending a shudder through my body.

Sharp. The six-year-old mentality she'd been trapped with in her past life was gone. She was fully herself again. Good. Now she could make them pay—for what they did to her, and to Damian. Seated before the mirror, Aria began wiping off the makeup, her eyes glinting with cold intent. She wasn't the foolish Aria Vale anymore—she was a ghost returned from hell, and she had a score to settle. Liana Vale, Victor Loann, and every last Vale who drove her mother to her death...

“Aria, I am sorry…I am really sorry…” Aria took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, they changed into that of her wolf. Her fans were already showing on her mouth while her fingers grew some sharp claws. “I, Elaria Williams, mother of a child named Aurora and the Luna of this pack.” Hearing that, the world suddenly stopped revolving. All I could see and hear was her disgusted face and her piercing voice.

Amirah stared at her mother quietly while Zarah and Fareedah sat on the floor eating watermelon. "Zarah go into my room and bring the turaren wuta- incense stick that Mallam gave me, let me ward off the remaining evil away." Amirah wondered why her mother was acting like Aunty Amarya was gone for good, she was bored and was missing Khadijah terribly but here was her mother acting like kicking them out had been a great decision. "I'm going to sleep now." She suddenly said and got on her feet. "Yes, you'll even sleep better without that Khadijah clinging to you saying she can't sleep alone. Enjoy your room."

It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body. Is this it? I am a devil? The fact that the words of the Holy Bible is slashing my flesh like knives and the holy water like acid burning through my flesh are evidence enough that I have finally lost my last straw of humanity. I tried to hold on to it, for the sake of one last chance on earth, to feel human, to feel loved and to belong, but this, this is not me. I am no longer Hannah, I am the devil himself. My heart is aching not because of the torture the priest is subjecting me to, but because of the hurt I feel, as I feel my last chance to have a happy normal life, slipping away from me.

She nods with her lips pursed, trying to see what he was getting at. ‘He doesn’t care at all if he can’t go back to his home?’ She thought. It was strange but his eyes held such a depth that she knew there was more to his past. Nevertheless, Maria wasn’t one to pry unnecessarily. “I don’t know how different Alpha Hade is from his wolf,” She admitted. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you about tomorrow’s deal.” With that being said, she took her leave, shutting the door quietly. An unexpected memory arose in him of how he was constantly annoyed at his mother leaving the door open and never shutting it before she left. It was something all parents did and all children found it unpleasant. He found