Audiobooks For Soul Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to calm down and shut my wolf. “Damn it.” I curled in pain after forcefully subduing my wolf. The pain was immeasurable. It was like I was being torn apart from the inside. We were taught how to subdue our wolves, but it wasn’t advisable to do frequently because it was believed to ruin our souls. It took almost an hour to recover, and it was still painful, but I could step out of the car to breathe. I feel suffocated until now, and my emotions are all over the place.

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.

It was time to uncover more to protect our pack from whatever threat lay ahead. I walked into the calm and regal study and moved to the leather chair. I sat and ran my fingertips over the old thither pages of the manuscript. Opening the book again, a renewed sense of determination washed over me. I was eager to unravel the depths of the blessing I had been bestowed and to grasp its full potential. Engrossed in the pages, I was drawn deeper into Mirabai’s account. I had progressed more than halfway through when I stumbled upon her instructions, carefully penned for the “next gifted soul,” as if she was addressing me directly.

Finally, sixteen weeks, I can see what I'm having. Soul is sat by my side, reading a book. He won't let me go anywhere alone! I feel so claustrophobic! I want to scream! That reminds me of one of my favourite songs. Read All About It by Emeli Sande. 'I wanna sing, I wanna shout, I wanna scream till the words dry out...' It actually seems to help me right now when I listen to the lyrics. Can I beat him? Can I take control of my life? I'm going to do something!

The moment Silas Blackwood pressed the "Key of Absolute Existence" to the final page of the Author’s notebook, the universe didn't scream. It whispered. It was the sound of a billion pages turning at once, a soft, papery rustle that vibrated through his marrow and turned the gold-and-sapphire starlight in his fur into a cold, clinical grey. He felt the "Mate Bond" with Lyra stretch to a terminal point, and then, with a sensation like a silver-white wire snapping in a vacuum, his soul divided.

I question. A low chuckle surges from the base of his throat. "Listen to the sounds of nature. Feel her tranquillity for she speaks to your soul. When you are in misery, in doubt or pain all you need to do is this for your soul lights up to sing and you shall feel it."

His excuses were just to insure I was back to the same me. Another soul from heaven, another me, sort of. I always had quarks with it, and to believe that the energy from the soul can fix broken bones, missing flesh and jump start a heart, well, I guess there are bigger mysteries to life. One for example is why I hear Michaels voice disturbing me. "I decline." Protesting I rolled away from the direction of his voice and pulled a pillow over my head, I wasn't in the mood for banter. "Decline if you must, but you will have to move eventually. Besides, someone else is biting at his fleas to speak to you." I knew who he was talking about.

“This isn’t your head anymore. This is your soul.” The words made my chest tighten. I felt the ground shift beneath my bare feet—stone forming out of nothing. When I looked down, I stood in the scriptorium, or what was left of it. Shelves towered above, twisted and blackened as if fire had eaten the books alive. Candles dripped blood instead of wax. In the distance, I could hear a low, trembling melody—a woman humming a lullaby I didn’t remember ever knowing.

I'm a fairly brave person, I am, but sometimes I just didn't wanted to feel the process of recovery all over again. I knew I had to wake up feeling okay in the morning. I would, but it was simply a level of worn-out-ness that hurts. But I knew I wasn't tired physically. It was the mind and soul that needed rest. "Your majesty! Are you even listening?" Of course I wasn't listening. "We'll move next to uh, maybe the land of the dead. Or the fire, hell place you said."

"Sorry, zoned out." "What are you doing today evening?" "Nothing Max. I am planning to complete 'Ship of the Dead.' It's long-pending." Max laughed at my answer. "Are you still a kid?" "How dare you? Don't you dare comment on my choice of books? You first read the books before commenting on my choices." I snapped at him. Max lifts his hands in surrender. "Cool. Cool. I want to know if you are free. Can you join Als and me for dinner?"