Blech Soul Novels & Stories

I leave it in her pocket, and I leave it under my conscience, and I understand, as I sit alone in the archive room with the smell of her soap still in the air, that in this house a gift and a test have always been the same word. I understand something else, too. The version of myself that swore the oath at Lorenzo's grave is still standing behind my shoulder, and he is watching me, and he is waiting to see what I will become. But tonight, for the first time since I came back from Buenos Aires, I am not sure which of us is the ghost. Outside the high north window, the olive groves are black. The road is still gone. Somewhere in the dark, Serafina Bellini is unfolding a map of all the doors in

He pulled off his shirt. The vibrio vibrated, energy seemed to gather around the teenager, and a high-pitched call echoed through the room. The supernatural sound slid into Stralath's brain—a seductive intrusion. "Angels." Coco gasped. "I hear angels." To Stralath, it sounded more like the call of a sea creature. Like the whale sounds, he'd studied. But he understood the beauty. His heart warmed at the choir in his head, and his muscles relaxed as a gill opened on Bobby's neck. From the opening, four glowing lures unfolded like sprouting shoots. They danced as they unwinded, and a bioluminescent blue glow lit up the walls.

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos

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"

Ghost Great God's voice fell not long ago, and then saw a huge demon in front of the cliff. One head is completely created by the ghost metal, this is the whole Ghost Body Soul Shredder. "Banshee Wraith, do you think you can fuse me?" Ghost Body spent the whole Soul Shredder sneer. "For so many years, you still haven't woken up from daydreaming!"

Its repulsive smell made me avert my head in Liam’s direction. “What the hell is that?” Coming from me might have been serious as they locked gazes and then turned to me. The most annoying thing was their silence; they just couldn’t give me a straight answer. Liam had the guts in the end to tell me a fantastical but interesting unfolding of the events. “I know this scene seems snatched from a mythological movie, but I will explain. Somewhere deep inside Bash, we knew that this was a possibility, slightly but possible. You know how we use our blood combined with our other ingredients for serums, right?” I nodded in understanding. This was getting more and more suspicious. “Well, one of the li

It's a good thing she wasn't protesting. " Mmh, nothing much. I just need a soul. One should for this exchange," Kael said nonchalantly like what he wants was a piece of cake. " Any soul?" Brielle asked I turned to look at her. Her expression was cold as she looked at Kael. " No, not just any soul. I've been surrounded by rotten souls for such a long time. This time, I want a pure soul.. If you can manage that, then we have a deal."

The "Gold-Grey Static" from the CEO woman hit Silas Blackwood like a wave of conceptual acid. It wasn't the "Biological Remorse" he was used to; it was a "Synthetic Grief"—a simulated version of his own 30-year pride, amplified and distorted by the human’s unstable marrow. Silas fell to his knees on the white-glass floor, his gold-and-sapphire skin "glitching" as the human’s parasitic hunger tried to "Down-sample" his soul.