Blessed Soul Novels & Stories

"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

As long as the soul had reached a certain level, it would activate a lightning tribulation. “Congratulations, you’re going to be Immortal!” “Congratulations my a*s, I don’t even have flesh! My soul is just wrapped around my bones. How am I supposed to cross a tribulation like this?” Shirley was so upset that there was not a hint of happiness in her voice.

She embraced the lessons learned, acknowledging the growth and transformation that came from both triumphs and trials. With the guidance of the divine, Rita recognized that the soul's journey home was not an endpoint but a perpetual cycle of evolution and expansion. She understood that her earthly life was but one chapter in the grand tapestry of existence—a profound and sacred chapter that had contributed to the collective evolution of consciousness. As Rita embarked on the soul's journey home, she radiated a profound sense of peace, love, and acceptance. Her presence became a testament to the eternal nature of the soul, an invitation for others to explore the depths of their own divine ess

“Where are we?” The man gets to his feet, amplifying a hand to me. I eye it distrustfully for a minute some time recently tolerating it and permitting him to drag me upright. “This is the soul realm,” he says, his eyes clearing the skyline. “It’s where the blessed messengers reside.” I gaze at him for a long time, my intellect dashing. “So it’s true,” I say at final, incapable to come up with a levelheaded clarification, for all my endeavors. “You truly are an angel.”

As she talked to herself, she felt relieved. The priest, Father Felipe, is right. What she said to her was still ringing in her ears. We were created for the pleasure of God, Blessy. Yes, we are products of our past, but we are not bound by it. God's purposes are not constrained by our hertory. He specializes in giving people a new beginning, remember that, Blessy.

“It was a role that was played in front of people or a mask that Mama used to hide herself.“ Andy spoke with a faint voice which only can be heard himself . Every soul during life hides wounds, because wounds are a reflection of its own shortcomings and weaknesses. “Speak clearly so I can understand!” Force Lynd saw Andy just muttering to himself. “Since your father helped my mother, you think our life is happy and felt graceful? Kindness is sometimes cruel. Not always good intentions end up with good result”

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."

It was a rebirth of the mind, heart, and soul—an opportunity to rewrite their story and embrace the fullness of their potential. As the moonlight embraced the transformed soul, an iridescent cocoon formed around them. Within its ethereal confines, a metamorphosis unfolded, symbolizing the profound changes taking place. In the stillness of that moment, the weary soul shed its former self and emerged as a radiant being, reborn with a luminous aura that echoed the gentle glow of the moon. The Moon Goddess gazed upon the reborn soul with immense pride and affection. "Go forth, dear one, and live the life you were meant to lead," she whispered, her voice carrying the echoes of countless stars.

I remembered a passage from one of the few books I had ever read: “A soulmate is a being bound to you by destiny, a perfect mirror of your soul. With one look, they become your center, your orbit, your reason to exist. For them, you would move mountains, cross oceans, bend the world itself. Two souls united in perfect harmony,together, they form something eternal.” Bruce had lied to me all along. Sobs shook my chest,loud, uncontrollable. I didn’t even know if they came from joy or terror. My voice trembled as I whispered:

They did not realize the significance of these events until it was too late. Sky had finally given birth to a boy, and Krystal had twins. During a playdate, Sky put her son down for a nap. Suddenly, they heard the baby crying through the monitor. Rushing to him, they discovered the twin girl smothering the baby boy, whispering, "She's my mommy, not yours. It's time for you to go away." This incident led them to a realization: the soul had not ascended to heaven or descended to hell but was in limbo, waiting for the right moment to return. Sky explained that her grandmother had assisted them in performing a soul cleansing and a blessing to ensure the baby's rightful soul remained within.