Novel & Cerita Audiobooks For The Soul

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.

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.

I sat in my room for three days. Not dramatically. I attended to my duties — the morning cleaning rotation, the evening meal service, the geomun'go practice that Mistress Hana insisted upon regardless of scheduling or emotional state. I did these things. I did them correctly. I did them without letting anything show on my face, which was not difficult because I had been trained since childhood to perform tasks without letting things show on my face. Between duties, she sat on my sleeping mat and thought. Soul Sight activates upon soulbound recognition, I had read, in the texts. The connection, once formed, cannot be unformed. The soul recognizes what it has always been bound to.

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.

Sabrina stood before us at her podium, the Book resting open in front of her seemed to hum with power as she began to speak, her voice clear and strong. "Spiritus maiores, audite vocem nostram, Venite ex tenebris, ex cineribus surgite, Aperite portas inter mundos, Et benedictiones vestras ad nos ferte." The words rolled off her tongue in perfect rhythm with the drums, ancient and powerful. As the chant continued, the ground beneath us seemed to tremble, and in the center of the raised platform, the Pack Soul came alive. A golden flame flickered to life, not too fierce, but vibrant, as though it had been waiting for this moment.

Asteria POV. “My song? How is this possible?” I ask as I crash backwards into a hard chest as I’m lifted and placed on his lap. His hands soothe me as I wait for her to speak. “We believe the recordings of your songs have been stolen. We had a breach and all the encrypted files about you were lost. We thought at first they were deleted, but no. They have been stolen.” She says as she sits down across from me and I look at her before looking around the table and see the angry faces of the head members of the Supernatural Council.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

Grabbing her chest she winced painfully. "Help!" She cried as she fell into a crumbled mass on the bedroom floor. In the kitchen, Hoka had arrived and was listening to Faelon explain what had occurred. They all paused hearing Sophia and rushed to the room she was in. Hoka shook his head as he hissed," That Anthony fellow is dead and the part of her soul he had is searching for a place to settle. Get her on the bed quickly and I will try to lead the soul back here." Running his hands over Sophia and chanting words, Hoka paused and grinned slightly.

It wasn't misty or foggy, it was clear. "You have but nothing to loose for what you just read. Thee, which your heart loves is doomed in the pits of Abaddon." Fed by as she was with the voice already, she held her ears tight as anxiety began to flow in. More creepy, what ever spoke, spoke with her voice. "Your soul is left and is as well is doomed to the coming chaos!" It added. Her breathe was quickened as her eyes darted. As felt, her palms clammed up by the tension which rose within.

I wanted to cry, to scream, but as always, in my dreams I was tied down, face up, legs spread, unable to move, just waiting for them to come for me again. Waiting for the terror to begin anew. A prison made of memories. A wound that never closed. But then, something changed. Something impossible. While I wept, a voice emerged from the void. It was sweet, soft, different. It didn’t command me. It didn’t hurt me. It whispered. —“ It’s okay, sunshine. You’re safe,",” it murmured, hypnotically soft. My body reacted before my mind could. I relaxed, clinging to those words like a lifeline in the middle of the storm.