Novel & Cerita Belahan Jiwa

--- The words hit like a crack through everything I thought I understood. --- “What do you mean?” I demanded. --- “It was never meant for one.” --- The Lunar Heart pulsed sharply. --- Pain flickered through my chest. --- Brief. But real. --- “It was divided,” the creature said. --- Kael cursed under his breath. “I really don’t like where this is going.” --- “Divided?” I repeated. --- “Yes.” --- My thoughts raced. --- “That’s not possible,” I said. --- “It is already done.” ---

I let go of the steering wheel, loosening my grip bit by bit. With a loud crash, the car broke through the guardrail and plummeted downward at full speed. As the wind howled past my ears, I closed my eyes in resignation.

"Duabus corporibus, una anima. Unum ex duobus immolandum est ut alterum vivat. Alterutrum corporum remanere debet, alioquin aequilibrium inter caelum et infernum concidet." "Two bodies entwined, one soul to tether, A choice must sever the bond forever. One form shall linger, the other must part, Lest chaos consumes the realms at heart. Heaven and Hell's delicate thread, Frays should both be lost or dead." Realizing with aching clarity from the things she had read, Agatha's tears finally break loose. She's consistently cognizant of her innate talents and intellect, a contrast to her sister. By logical deduction, she would be the chosen one to preserve their family's honor.

Deep down in his heart, he knew that sooner or later this would happen. Lynd's voice was hard to get out, choked in the throat when she saw Joan just pass away. she wanted to say something to prevent him to go, however her mouth too dry for a sense of surprise also mixed with panic. Her brain nerve cells immediately work to send signals to the motor to move after Joan.

Third-Person POV Aston sat on the float with Hailey and Tamara. He looked at Hailey's radiant smile and suddenly thought of himself back when he'd been a child. He'd lived with his mother, Lindsay Barrera, in Barclena since he could remember. Lindsay was mentally unstable and rarely had any moments of normalcy. However, she would be lucid for half a day on his birthday every year, showing him rare tenderness and hugging him while calling him her most precious gift from the heavens.

She flipped to a page inked in both gold and black. “It’s true,” she said. “It’s called the Divine Split. A child born of two magical oppositions—Flame and Shadow—can become a vessel for both forces. But if one force dominates…” “The other gets locked away?” Ivy asked. Seraphine nodded. “Until something awakens it.” Aiden shook his head. “Then we protect the child. We prepare. We train them—” “There’s more,” Seraphine said quietly. “According to this text, if the sealed force is Isla’s consciousness, it may eventually corrupt the dominant soul.”

she replied her voice carrying a playfulness about it “You talk about all humans having four faces and being controlled by the emotions behind the faces. How do you control yours then?" Marcel asked his tone showing clearly he wasn't here to play. The old lady demeanor and expression suddenly changed into a serious one. “When I said all humans had four faces which represent four emotions I lied. What I meant to say is that you have four faces_No not faces nor emotions but four separate powerful entities that reside inside you, each one capable of great evil and a measure of good but they all have their strong traits which are; Spirit, anguish, jealousy and death. I wonder which one I am spea

It’s the pain we bury, the silence after betrayal, the ache of a world that has forgotten how to love itself. The Heart, on the other hand, is memory. It remembers everything—the love, the hurt, the sacrifice—and refuses to let any of it be erased. Their battle is the eternal one: between forgetting and remembering. Between despair and hope. Between fear and faith. Selene becomes their meeting point, not their conqueror. And in that, she teaches us the greatest truth of all: Balance is not peace. Balance is understanding. --- 🐺 Kaen – The Soul of Loyalty

Liliana gave her a condescending look, and expressed a mischievous grin, "Well, spirits are actually just a failsafe term, but to be more specific we are the fragments of Morality that just happened to inherit some sort of consciousness." "I-I see…" Valhalla staggered. "Why, is it too much for Ms. Melnyk to take in?" "Well, it is not that I don't believe the idea… I'm just a bit overwhelmed, I guess." "Fair enough…" Liliana answered. "Anyways, I have one more question. You do consider yourselves as sisters, right?" Valhalla commented as she sipped a cup of tea. "I mean, you did mention you were born from the fragments of Morality."

alive. “I think…” he started then stopped. because saying it would make it real. “We didn’t separate it. “We redistributed it.” My chest tightened. because that was worse. Inside me it had been contained. Fought. Resisted. now it was shared. Balanced. Stable. “Then we break it again,” I said. Immediate. because that was the answer. It had to be. zayden didn’t respond. not right away. because this wasn’t the same. before it had been external. then internal. now it was relational.