Audiobooks For Soul Novels & Stories

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

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

Reyna Andrews • "Who are you?!" He yells at me, as Varian tears up. "Uh- I um I'm uh..." I tried to explain but he cut me off. "I said. Who. Are. You?!" The screams and yelling as the anger in his voice hurt me like my past. Tears fill up my eyes, and voices echoing in my head. That's when Varien started crying, and that broke me. My inner wolf woke up by hearing her child crying in fear.

But Payal turned to the other side. Rakesh got up and brought the violin from inside the camp and started playing it. First its tune was light and calm and later it turned up and its tune and melody just started mixing an environment, running stream, tall trees and calm greens. Payal was feeling this tune. Like it was anchored her heart and she felt like current is running down her spine. She was feeling every single wave disturbance by this tune. As Rakesh stoped playing the tune. And as Payal switched off from her imaginations. She shouted "shit, its burned out"

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.

Sarah who had stood from her seat stepped forward so she was standing chest to chest with Asher now. "Listen to me carefully." She purred placing a hand on his shoulder. "You're precious woman is in much deeper than you could even begin to imagine." Impossible. Everything coming out of this woman's mouth was just her own delusion, it had to be. The thought kept Asher grounded as he tried to process everything. "You're just trying to screw with my head." He insisted trying to keep his voice confident, but try as he might the doubt he was feeling bled through.

"I offered you gold. Something you craved yet you could never show or use, something worthless. I offered protection for your tasks alone, no more, no less. My part of the bargain is fulfilled. If you want women, as you claimed, they come and go, you have no need of me there. Wine them to the excess and then they are yours. Those who come to the Godly world are paid for such pleasures anyway." "He-he will find out..." Zuberi's fear-stricken whisper only enhanced the slimy grin. "And who's fault is that?" Zuberi blanched. "The impious Soul screams: I burn; I am ablaze; I know not what to cry or do; wretched me, I am devoured by all the ills that compass me about; alack, poor me, I neither see

Liam I pulled out my bloodbound ledger, the one in which no one else existed. My theories on soul permanences. On immortality, not through technology, but spiritual recursion. I flipped to a blank space and wrote: Bliss is a cycle-born Each death : evolution. Soul anchor to body— not rebirth, but recursion. Third death = final awakening. A grin curled across my lips. I’d seen weapons. Monsters. Witches who drank blood from silver cups. But never— never—had I seen a soul defy the grave like this.

Ava stood glued to my arm, wide-eyed, breathing like she’d just run a marathon. The words that she had said some minutes back were still ringing in my head like a broken record. “This is soul-rot.” I blinked. Ava blinked. Even the walls blinked. “Soul… what now?” I said, because surely she didn’t just say rot. ROT?? “Soul-rot,” she repeated, slower, like she was explaining bedtime stories to a toddler. “A poison that kills the spirit before the body.” I swear I had never heard a word that sounded so dangerous. I knew what that was. And I knew how dangerous it was because why wouldn’t I have known when the only thing my father did was study all those weird things.

Kael stood in the royal war library, the scent of old parchment and dust filling the air around him. He had been searching for answers for hours, trying to piece together the strange sensations that had been haunting him since the Soul-Oath had been forged. His body still ached from the shared pain of the ritual, but it was the inexplicable sense of familiarity, of déjà vu, that troubled him the most.