Belahan Jiwa Novels & Stories

Life has come Bonds have been made Mysteries abound Miracles are laid Science is Magic Souls do Love Good can’t change Evil is Lurking The Worlds Changing Two came in Now Two must leave Balance must have Harmony Hate is Coming

I cried out I can’t believe the person I fell for, took the life of my brother. He made me think that he wants my heart but he wants the heart of my brother. He did so many things to put a smile on my face but it was all a lie, he never wanted me, he only wants the heart and he got what he wanted. Noor was right, he is using me, just like she said, he will throw me to the ground and look where I am, I’m on the ground. He cares about no one but himself, he is inhuman, I can’t believe I fell for him.

They stood together, their souls intertwined, as they became attuned to the eternal song—a symphony that echoed through the cosmos, carrying the harmonies of love, wisdom, and divine purpose. The song of the cosmos was beautiful and pure, like a single note of light that could be heard in every corner of existence. It spoke of harmony, unity, and grace. Its vibrations filledIsabella and Luca with hope and love, blending together to form an ever-evolving melody that rose up from the depths of their souls.

His voice rumbled like thunder, breaking through the core of my heart and spreading that kind of pain which leaves the body numb and the lips clamped all over me. His voice echoed in me and appeared like a two-edged sword used to slash not only my skin, but also my spirit and soul. I felt the sharp and overwhelming anguish course through me so badly that I flopped to the ground, groaning as the excruciating pain made it hard for me to scream. My wolf let out a painful howl as she limp and pant in heartbreak. I could feel her sadness, and it added to misery in me.

“We would use Yarikh's box to transfer werewolf powers to everyone in our army. But unfortunately, your sister would die.” “What?” I exclaimed. “The box of Yarikh is for a blood transfer,” he said and showed me a symbol on the relic. “أعطيتك كل شيء, {I gave you everything}. It's a ritual in which she would have to give everything and die.” “Science, you say? You're committing mass murder, risking countless lives, and relying on a mythical relic instead of facts. There's nothing scientific about it,” I retorted.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

Duniya Ki Nazron Mein Yeh Rog Hai In the eyes of the world, it is like a disease Ho Jinko Woh Jaane Ye Jog Hai The ones who fall in it understand that it is like yoga/meditation Ik Tarfa Shayad Ho Dil Ka Bharam If it is one-sided, then it can be the illusion of one’s heart Do Tarfa Hai Toh Yeh Sanjog Hai But if it is on both sides, then it is destiny Layi Re Humein Zindgani Ki Kahaani Kaise Mod Pe On what turning has the story of life brought us Huve Re Khud Se Paraaye We have become unknown to our own selves Hum Kisi Se Naina Jod Ke After striking a gaze with someone else Hazaaron Mein Kisi Ko Taqdeer Aisi Such good fortune is attained by those who are one in a million

Russell felt a lightening jolt passed through his spine. And Daniel... His feelings were hard to describe. He felt like he touched the most softest piece of silk. Soft yet firm. His heart was yearning to touch again. How would it feel to twirk them in between his fingers? How would it feel to lick.... Damn... Daniel mentally slapped himself. And quickly button up his shirt. And hurried to the washroom leaving a heavy breathing flustered Russell. What they both were unaware was that their hearts were beating frantically and there was something very wrong happening in their southern region.

“You said you divided your soul.” ​“I did.” ​“And that killed you?” ​“No. The division killed the woman I was. Whatever remained of the consciousness coalesced into you two.” ​My other self stepped forward, her shadow merging with mine. “Then we’re just pieces of a corpse.” ​The original Seraphina nodded once. “Two lives forged from a single, fractured whole.” ​I turned back to the black door, the air around it growing noticeably colder. “And what happens when we open it?”

she snapped. “Not a chance.” “Elias,” I rasped. “Say it. The truth. I feel it in your mind. Finish it.” He paused only once. Then the blade fell. “A soul split can only end one way.” His look was ice. “One of you will devour the other.” She shook her head hard. “No. No. He is not a meal. He is not a thing to be consumed.” “You don’t understand what he is becoming,” Elias said.