Audiobooks For Soul Novels & Stories

Azra completed Aghul’s words. “Bingo, Azra Miller. While my body was being thoroughly separated from my head I thought of something, a messenger of the supreme beings, the beast in the bottomless hole, Dragons, Immortals what if they are all real? What if that so-called Jared the Divine Humane was right about them? That must mean everything written in the book is real.” “… Aghul. Your thoughts. On that. Is right.” Aguda said, since they were talking about an entity out of this world that means Ade probably was no more.

I could only hear her voice screaming, “Dustin, come back! You promised not to leave, please don’t go!” I was devastated, I had a flash of memories from the first day we met to the day I received the letter. Then I remembered, she left me, and I must live to bring her back. I continued panting for breath, and then suddenly everything was empty. I could not see, hear, or remember anything.

The sea, by its nature, stores in itself something that is not on the Moon and the Sun, namely, the echo of the human soul. Slightly washing the stone shore and washing away traces from the sand, the sea seems to be holding a conversation with everyone. And its words sound in every soul. In some places, waves suddenly rise up, creating the walls which look like a multi-storey building and then descend again. At times, the sea seems to forget that it is part of the world, it begins to live its life showing that it is here, the queen. Carrying a small boat on its calm waves, the sea seemed magnificent to Adelard's soul that time as never before. Seeing in these waves Celeste herself, her out

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

There were no more black veins, but he still looked very tired. "By the Moon," Miranda said, and I had never heard her voice sound so reverent. She walked up slowly, like someone would to a sleeping god, with her hand out but not touching. "It's the Anima Mundi." The Soul of the World. I thought it was a myth, a metaphor from the oldest books. But it is real. You haven't just fixed a lock... You have brought the heart of the land back to life.

My fingers trace along a few promising books like ritual studies, old magic, psychic links—I’m impressed by the things they keep here, but none of them contain the detail I need. I need to find more. I desperately scour through the whole place, careful not to break the dust that blankets the shelves, so no one will notice that someone sneaked in here. Then, my eyes drift to a manuscript tucked behind a set of other old books. The title along the spine reads: Soul Tethers and Mate Imprints. My pulse skips as I pull it out and flip through the pages. This must be it! I’ve never snatched a book this fast in my life. I find a secluded corner of the study and lower myself to the floor, book in ha

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 thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."

I carried the boxes to an open space, and then Arnold handed me a lighter. "Cynthia…" he said softly, like he wasn't sure if this was a good idea. I gave him a smile, probably my first real smile in days. "It's fine. Out with the old, in with the new." I flicked the lighter and tossed it onto the pile that held ten years of my youth and love. The fire caught fast, growing brighter and hotter until it lit up the night like day. The flames ate up everything—my memories, my regrets, my stupid hope for someone who never deserved it.

I know you heard me. 'Yes, I heard it.' I said to him. 'I am now reading the book I got from the restricted section of the library. There is something about this book, titled The 12 Sinners: The Demon's Souls. I think there is something here we can use to defeat them. Who knows, I will start here. Just enjoy them first, dude.' I heard Hunter's voice in my head. He is talking to me. I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me.