Audiobook For Soul Novels & Stories

Silver Stardust was rather quiet for the rest of the afternoon and Leah and her mom kept themselves busy packing out the rest of the books onto the relevant shelves. **** Caleb almost ran home he was so excited to dive into his books. He barely greeted his mother before he was upstairs and at his desk. Caleb decided to start with the book that caught his eye in the store. He was amazed to read all about the various experiences of the other new wolves, each experiencing one or another scenario that he had. Caleb almost devoured the first book, reading it from cover to cover until late into the night. He could barely fall asleep he was so wired by the time the book was done. He couldn’t wait t

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

She said earlier, if you don't volunteer, outsiders can't proceed to remove a personality. That's it, don't worry about what to do, it won't help anyway. The demon glared at me, chuckling. My world goes round and round. I don't understand. Really don't understand. Not just saying split half, why is there another personality? - I'm not a personality. Nor is it part of the soul. Resentment in the depths of their consciousness has invited me to come. A deep, melodious voice like an ancient theater song resounded.

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

Tell me where you are. For a moment, there was silence. Only the soft crackling of the candle filled the attic. Then... the temperature in the room dropped. Sonia inhaled sharply. Her breath came out as white mist. The flame of the candle bent suddenly-pushed by wind from nowhere. Then a voice, low and rough, echoed inside the attic walls. "Sonia... daughter of Marisel..." Sonia's eyes filled with tears. "Elder Bruce... it's you." "I have heard the whisper," the voice said. "I have felt the book awaken. My tribe's death was not enough to bury it. And now... a young soul dares to carry what she cannot control."

What a disgusting disgrace of a human being! Holly Mary, mother of our Savior! Can we borrow your son to come die for this soul again? This one needs special deliverance and saving for God’s sake! What kind of human being is this? Is he perhaps suffering from a certain disease that he is trying to transmit to the whole world through sex or something? How can there be a disgusting, shameless jerk like him in the human realm? I feel Robby slowly take the phone from my hands, and I don’t object. I actually think I have had enough of that pathetic soul. He is nothing but a sick, rotten Dickwhore! A total shame to be associated with.

“It’s to your benefit that Azrael stands down and doesn’t do anything to protect that human from the girl you are contracted to. Did you want me to talk to him?” Caiden shook his head. It didn’t feel right to use his princely privileges to get around the Azrael problem. “That’s not quite fair. Is it possible to find out where a lost soul has gone?” he asked. He briefly explained the issue with Clarissa’s soul still being missing and what he suspected had happened to it. “There is a place here called the soul archives where you can find out some very detailed information about souls,” the king informed him. “It’s normally closed off to demons. As the prince, you can go in and the archivist wi

It reminded Teddy of the over-the-top hairstyles of some 1980s popstars. ‘I come here to bless this gathering!’ he boomed. ‘And bless you, Teddy, Teddy Theodore, gift of God, that your soul shall be welcome in the everlasting! God, as I wrote in my book, Love Me, Love My Fractured Spirit, available at all good bookstores, is me, and God, is you, together, there is nothing, we cannot do.’ Poor Teddy had tears building in his eyes, but they were tears of mirth, as he remembered that whatever it was that Gorham had become, it was not boring.

“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.

His forehead was warm, and I knew it was a call of distress. Audrey soon returned with a book. She opened a page and looked at me. "Soul Cry," she said, and I frowned. "It is a god's ability. You can hear his soul crying," she said, and I did not know how that was going to help. "If you can hear him, then you can reach in and wake him up. " She said, and I frowned at her. "How?" I asked, and she flipped the pages quickly. Audrey had always been a bookworm. After living over four hundred years, I wouldn't be surprised if she had read and memorised all the magical books ever written and printed. She was a walking library.