Aria Of The Soul นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Dead. Crowned. Consumed. My existence fracturing into a thousand possible selves. And the thing inside me traced a finger down the cracks of my being like it was admiring a puzzle finally complete. “One body. One soul. One door.” Auren’s voice ripped me back for one fragile second. “ARIA! Don’t listen to it—fight it—fight—” But the energy exploded through me again. My feet lifted off the ground. My hair lashed around me like living strands.

“That I’m not the only thing inside me.” They sat in silence for a moment as Kael knelt beside her. “I’ve heard of this before,” he finally said. “When a soul crosses back through the veil, sometimes... something else slips through with it.” Aria looked at him sharply. “You think I’m possessed?” “No,” he said firmly. “I think you’re layered. There’s your past self Ariya, and maybe something older. Something buried too long.” She looked down at her hands. They trembled faintly.

"Our body is the vessel, our mind is the commandment, and our soul is the bearer of mana. The mind perceive emotions, the body reacts, and the soul manifest through magic." "For instance, you, the first attribute of magic you awakened is water, and you frequently use its cold solid form than its liquid form." Aria refered to her magic. "And what does that imply?" Mayari urged her to continue. "It indicates your apathetic personality and cold demeanor towards the world." "I see." Mayari abruptly stop in her tracks when she saw two guards approaching. One of them is someone that she recognize. She didn't know him, he was just someone she have been studying for a while because of an important r

He wanted to save another woman! Understanding dawned on her, and Arista felt a surge of anger rise, accompanied by an inexplicable unease, like a storm in the summer, sweeping her soul far away. She trembled with anger, not even understanding why she was so angry: “Open the door!” She pounded on the door fiercely. “Levi! You despicable bastard!” No response from inside. Seeing the soul about to enter the body she had worked so hard to shape, Arista banged her head against the door, causing her body to faint, her soul leaving her body, floundering out of the clay body, passing through the door straight to the statue.

ariel:- don't tell me that she was the one who I have to protect, but I want to live free from any responsibility, but for some reason, I fell I drown to her, it was an endless path, which I can't escape. blue soul:- the way you feeling is obvious don't let all this thing overtake your head, because there something more I want to tell you. ariel:- I am certain that this feeling is about love or romance but this is something which pulls me to her, I think I didn't get peace until I find her again, tell me what you want to tell. blue soul:- the ring you saw earlier, it is about that, I am a soul that why I can listen what soul saying, a normal human can't listen to another soul.

I lean closer to him, but his expression turns to a look of disdain. "Stop making yourself look pathetic. You're already human, and that makes it even sadder," he says with hatred and disgust in his voice. I am speechless. Did I anger him by removing the thorns from his rose without his permission? "Oh, Aria. It must have been so hard for you," he continues, his tone full of annoyance. "I pulled your glazed soul from the nightmare you were in, and this is the best you can offer me?" "Even so, you are already dead. You're an Astral soul, to be exact. It has been a day since -"

But as he placed it in the fire, he looked only at Aria. “My old self,” he said. “Burned for what comes next.” Finally, Aria stepped to the fire, unfastening a small vial from her neck. Inside was a drop of her own blood—drawn the day she had first resisted Sylara. She poured it into the flame. “I give my past, my guilt, my name. I offer what was… so that what will be may rise in its place.” The fire roared. Each relic burned—not to ash, but into light. That light arced upward, forming a ring of fire above them all.

Aria hovered just above it—suspended by the energy pulsing from her body. Inside her mind, Aria stood barefoot on a blackened plain that stretched into nothing. Shadows whispered in voices she couldn’t understand. Shapes flickered at the edge of her vision. Her heart thundered, but her body wouldn't move. She felt weightless. Disconnected. Like her soul had been ripped from her chest and left to drift. “Where… am I?” A child’s laughter echoed. She turned—and saw herself. A younger version of her, maybe eight years old, stood barefoot in a circle of glowing runes, eyes wide and unblinking.

Like something brushing against her soul. “Now,” the voice said softly, “You’ve made something worse possible.” The ground beneath her cracked. Darkness spread outward like a living thing. The sky shattered further. More visions spilled through the fractures— Wars. Fire. Blood. Entire packs falling. And always— That figure. Watching. Waiting. “What are you?” Aria whispered. For the first time— It smiled. Not cruel. Not kind. Just… knowing. “I am what comes after balance.” Her breath hitched.

Aria said slowly, “then I become no different from him. What the world needs now is compassion, redemption, and healing.” Aria took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. She allowed herself to feel everything fully this time, not pushing anything away. The pain, the anger, the betrayal, and the regret were all there, but she did not let them control her. Instead, she let them pass through her without holding onto them. When she opened her eyes again, there was clarity in them. “Now, hold on to that feeling and do not let it go,” the wolf said. Aria nodded. Her body slowly began to fade from that inner space, and the battlefield returned around her. The noise came rushing back all a