Audiobook For Soul Novels & Stories

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it

the older man snapped his finger, "you're still alive, dead spirit doesn't have energy colour like yours." So the older man found a protection spell from gods, then he saw Henry's soul was still connected to the world, meaning he was still alive. Henry looked at the toes of his shoes which looked dirty with dust and mud, his heart was beating fast. He could feel the pulse in his neck and the pounding of his heart beating against his ribs. "I- I'm still alive?" "Maybe the answer you are looking for is your memory and where is your body now," Tania's father's statement made Henry's thoughts swirl and feelings mixed.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

Soul Sight: a rare hereditary ability, manifesting in early childhood in those with a predisposition toward soulbound recognition, enabling the perception of— The text had been damaged after that. Water-warped. I had spent two weeks trying to find another copy and failed. But I didn't need the text to understand what I'd seen. Golden threads running from my chest to his. Longing in the space between them, vast and old and inexplicable. The knowledge arriving not as a thought but as a fact: he is mine.

The black chains held Xiao Chen firmly in place; he even felt as though his soul was beginning to separate from his physical body. “Hahaha, well, kid? You’re now in my grasp! If you’re willing to surrender this body obediently, I’ll let you live and help you come back to life later. Hahahaha! Since you might not be obedient, let me take a look at your memories….” The soul’s laughter sounded truly repulsive to Xiao Chen, and the soul had already begun to take control of Xiao Chen’s body by reading his memories stored within the spiritual sea—the place where all of Xiao Chen’s memories, from both his first life and his current one, resided.

And something faintly metallic beneath it all. Blood. --- His fingers moved across worn spines until he found what he sought. Soul Vessels. Forbidden Possessions. Underworld Bindings. Kael pulled the heavy books free and placed them across a nearby table. The candles lit themselves automatically. He began reading. --- Hours passed silently. Only the sound of turning pages filled the room. Kael’s expression darkened more with every text. Some spoke of spirits entering weak bodies. Others described possession through mirrors, cursed artifacts, blood rituals.

I was losing time, and the more time I lost, the farther she wandered and the harder it was going to be to find her. I stared up at the emptied shelf for a few minutes, slightly impressed with what I'd done and what I could do with the entire library if it was all mine. Soon, I created some space to settle in between the books spread all over the ground. One by one, I skimmed through each of the contents regarding spells in this scenario, but all sounded terribly alike except for one unique detail I stumbled upon in one of the books. “Visit likely places the soul would be”. I whispered the words to my own hearing.

- I say venomously. "You shouldn't... trust... blindly..." - her eyes are dilated now, and I've had enough. Releasing her, she falls on her chair. She puts her hand on her neck, coughing violently. I sigh, it is just a waste of time. I turn towards the door and with quick steps I walk through the room. My hand is on the handle when her voice stops me. "Her twin soul will do anything to destroy you. Find the reason and a solution for it before the Blood Master comes for you!" - I turn sharply, looking into her opal eyes. Was I mistaken or it sounded like a prophecy?

The rain always spoke to her soul and soothed her heart. She let out an almost indiscernible groan as she spread out the books she had in her arms. Kirkwood Library was well stocked, but sadly did not cater much to those interested in supernatural research. The books they had on the subject seemed sadly outdated and she silently wondered if this exercise would bear results.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”