Aria Of The Soul Novels & Stories

Didn’t even seem aware of pain. He moved like a force of nature—cold, efficient, unstoppable. A warrior lunged at him— Darin caught him mid-air. Snapped his neck. Dropped him like he was nothing. Aria’s stomach twisted violently. “This isn’t possession,” she whispered. Because she had seen possession before. Malrik’s corruption had twisted minds, fueled rage, burned through souls like wildfire. But this— This was something else entirely. There was no rage. No emotion. No humanity.

Their eyes burned with pale blue fire, and their voices were like the wind over forgotten graves. Shades. Not ghosts. Not beasts. Something older. Something worse. They whispered. Not words, but memories—Aria’s mother’s voice, Xander’s laugh, the smell of moonroot in bloom. Each memory twisted in their mouths, half-true, distorted, unraveling the self from within. Aria stood tall. She raised her hands, runes flaring. “You will not have her. You will not have us.” But her voice trembled. She could feel the edges of herself slipping. Her purpose. Her name. The cold in her bones was more than weather—it was oblivion.

Aria apologized with a clumsy smile. “Another vision?" she asked Aria. Aria nodded. “What did you see?” “Some girls and a beggar woman that….that…” Aria stuttered. “That what?" “I think she was me…I have a strange feeling to head back home.”

The packs would be united. But there would be no forgiveness between them. Not yet. Maybe not ever. *** That evening, as the sun bled red across the sky, Aria retreated to the solitude of her quarters. The walls, once a sanctuary, now felt suffocating. Her wolf paced inside her, restless, pained, but Aria did not release her. She couldn’t. She didn’t trust what she might do if she let herself shift—if she let herself feel the full weight of the bond pulling her toward Kai.

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

"Be careful with Lena, yesterday in the morning somebody saw her coming from Ivy's car and Ivy screams evil and wickedness," "Thank you for letting me know, I will be careful," "Go and have a shower, I will make the bed," "No, I told you I do my things alone. My breakfast, I'm so hungry," Ariel pointed at her and rushed to the bathroom. The whole time they were doing her makeup, her mind was elsewhere. First there is Jayden the man she loved with every fibre of her being and he cheated on her with her friend in a world with millions of women. Second she stays with a psychopath husband who ran away from a psychiatric hospital.

I would burn down the world for my family and not even bat an eye. I bring her head forward so our lips can meet. Our eyes are still on one another as she opens for me, allowing me entrance. It’s like we are staring into each other’s soul as the kiss turns heated. When it’s over, I don’t remove my lips right away; it’s a slow process as I release them, a string of saliva still connecting us until, finally, it breaks. “I need you to know that we will do exactly that, Aria, and I will gut anyone who stands in our way.”

Lisa said closing the door before Aria could reply. Alone in the room, Aria took a deep breath, contemplating the advice Lisa had given her. She rose from the bed, deciding to heed the suggestion of a walk to clear her mind. As she wandered through the familiar corridors of Angelo's house, memories both bitter and sweet accompanied her every step. The door creaked open, and Aria stepped outside, greeted by the cool breeze. The night sky stretched above her, a canvas of stars that seemed to hold secrets of their own.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.