Blech Soul Novels & Stories

blue soul:- it is the strange master that you can use your brain even tho you feel so much pain, I never see a human who can think rationally, are you not under attack your demon. prince:- tell me something, why I feel weak. blue soul:- human feel weak because their body helping them to die easily, we feel weak because it makes death easier, your parents died your body might think you can't survive, it your body doing but you can get out from this or what I call never-ending dead, by truthing your life to someone else, that why we need god, to keep going until we find hope or another reason to keep going. prince:- you are here, you won't let me die that what I feel if I find hope or another

This was where he stood the last time. At that moment, the familiar creaking sound could be heard again. A strong soul motion came blowing over with a swooshing sound and it was so strong that it made it difficult to breathe. This soul-shockwave was obviously several times stronger than the previous soul-shockwaves. It ignored Fane's body and directly hit on his soul. This time, the attack not only caused a tingling sensation on the soul but also blurred his spirit. It felt like a thousand ants were biting his soul and they were dragging him into the abyss while eating him.

"It helps me feel better about the fact I wasn't around." "I told you that you shouldn't blame yourself for anything." Summer murmured placing a hand on Asher's. Asher let out a breath, "I know you said that but I just can't help it. I told you you don't know how torturous these past six years have been for me." Summer couldn't help the tug at her heart, "I'm sorry." She whispered looking away. Placing a hand on Summer's cheek Asher made her look at him. "None of that matters now."

"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

He would beat Sylvio to the brink of death and then let Pebbles do whatever she wanted with him. Sure enough, Sylvio expected this. “Will you believe me if I say that I was not hurting Pebbles, but helping her heal the wounds on her soul?” Sylvio replied with a forced smile. “Help her heal the wounds of her soul? Do you think I’m dumb? Does a treatment hurt her so much?” David did not believe Sylvio at all. “The soul is the most mysterious and fragile thing. If she wants to recover, she needs to suffer some pain. It’s inevitable,” Sylvio explained.

Why was I working so hard when she wasn’t going to spend my money? “Because she is the Queen of the supernatural world. A special soul, just like you!” I didn’t know when my blabbering became so loud that it woke up Beta Arlo. He walked into my room with a bottle of 2012 Château Blanc to clear the haze of uncertainty from my mind. “Soulmates are our other halves, an advanced version of our personalities. Then how can you even imagine her to be like other girls? Where’s your logic, Vincent?

“Our souls don’t break.” “What?” I scoff, “What the hell are you talking about? You have made it quite clear that they do. You have said that too many cracks can tear someone apart, like what almost happened to Neah.” “Hunters,” he sighs. “A Hunter’s soul doesn’t break.” “How is that even possible?” “It’s the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well,” he shrugs. I look over at his glass. He has only had a tiny bit of brandy and slowly swills the liquid around the glass.

the breath ripped from my lungs. He's a victim of the past, Trapped in his mind, Searching for an answer, A fragile link he won't find. An unanswered creed... And we all bleed. "Holy shit," I whispered. Her voice was like the sea. No other word to describe it. Smooth as glass at times, others a little rough, bordering on gritty with the low chords, and had a bluesy note that registered so deep I felt it in my soul. Fathomless. Dark.

Eventually, the two halves will become whole… with a single intimate act. Based on a nosey young girl’s questions on the matter, it was found that soulmates could feel each other when in the same vicinity. A beacon, of sorts. This beacon draws them closer until they find each other. This pulsating warmth, that thumps relentlessly in the chest of the pairs,… is an encouraging nudge to follow the bond to their destined mate. This is often used to draw two souls together across distance, but it does not dim after this initial meeting. It grows stronger until one half of the pair can find the other half—no matter where they are. Although this warmth is able to be ignored, the loss of warmth leav

“SI, GOD, WA, BLESS, YA, SOUL, NA, THE POWER COVERING INTELLIGENCE, MA, EGOISM THAT BINDS SOUL. I LIGHT THE FIVE OF PANCA GNI TO PUNISH THE DIRTY SOULS BEFORE ME!” An orange illumination comes out from his mouth and eyes. His body is getting taller and full of rough hair. Both of his eyes are getting bigger like ßenlong”, his teeth are getting bigger and he is sticking out the long tongue of his. It lands with the black aura surrounding it. “I am Leak! I’ll purify your souls by crushing them!” He exclaimed.