Blessed Soul Novels & Stories

Bree is a stunning creature with long golden hair, hazel eyes, and the body of a goddess. Similar prophecies were shared by other Oracles. Some of the interpretations state that the Oracle would bear the Erue after mating with the champion. A Seer was able to interpret my role in the prophecy. She said that if I save the North Star/Oracle, who is, in fact, Bree, I will gain my soul. I have yet to gain my true soul, but I am unconcerned because I have a fragment of Lucifer’s soul. If I have learned something about souls, it is that if I don’t gain my true soul, I will revert to who I was. In our world, a soul is not just the keeper of emotions and such as empathy, love, and reason. If I lose

and he kissed. The world is full of surprises, and love is one of them. THE END AUTHORS NOTE: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING BLISSFUL HELL, EVERYONE!

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

"Is anybody there?" "Hello?" He could hear the melody sound of rain on the windows that was showing rain is still in its wholeness. Despite of wearing overcoat he was feeling like a cold was running in his blood vessels. He turned towards the counter and started tapping his fingers on the counter table. "hello.. Anyone?" Meanwhile a young beautiful lady appears from behind the counter table. Rakesh went still on seeing her beauty, he was numb like he was cast by a spell. He was feeling like any magician spelled a magic to bring this fairy on earth that appeared all of sudden here out of nowhere.

"What am I?" "You are what is known as a marked soul." "What is that?" Molly asked. "It is a soul that has been marked." "Marked for what?" "For greatness. A singular soul that has been marked with immense power to achieve greatness," the admiral answered. "And that's what I am?"

I already have my three top warriors waiting outside her door, and any slight change in her breathing will result in them being punished. “Best thing for her now is to stay sedated until she is fully recovered because it also seems like her wolf isn’t healing her. And we aren’t sure why.” He says solemnly while grabbing her chart from the room to write down his notes. In this world of supernatural beings, we know the creatures inside of us are sacred and are here to help us on our journey through life. They heal us when we are wounded, are our friend when we need someone to be there for us and they fight with us and for us when we are threatened. They feel what we feel, they go through what

Liam I pulled out my bloodbound ledger, the one in which no one else existed. My theories on soul permanences. On immortality, not through technology, but spiritual recursion. I flipped to a blank space and wrote: Bliss is a cycle-born Each death : evolution. Soul anchor to body— not rebirth, but recursion. Third death = final awakening. A grin curled across my lips. I’d seen weapons. Monsters. Witches who drank blood from silver cups. But never— never—had I seen a soul defy the grave like this.

They are trying to keep information away from me about a mate and here they want to know more about me. “Tell me what a mate is, and I’ll tell you,” I gave the best doe eyes I could, hoping they would listen. “Alright,” Glinda sat down, rubbing her forehead. “A mate is someone’s ‘soul’ mate, someone they are supposed to be with that the Goddess Selene has blessed them. Everyone has a perfect matched soul and the Goddess pairs them together. They are overwhelming feelings just by meeting someone and they are supposed to be with each other forever.” My heart flipped in my chest. Creed has a mate somewhere.

Roses. The soul. That tiny small thing that separates us from the lower branches of the animal kingdom. The only thing God ever did right by humans. He created them from clay and left them naked and alone to fend for themselves with no protection from the elements, the animals or disease. Only with help from some various deities who took pity did they manage to survive. But the soul, that is a remarkable thing. The soul is the basis for inspiration, for courage, for compassion and for all other emotions humans have. I sold mine for love, and so I have become what I gave up: I am a soul eater.

Sethlzaar understood the nervousness all too well. Omage covered all strides, as was required. In the end his face showed obvious signs of relief. They called this the test of the blessed, but clearly, being blessed was not enough to qualify. The test seemed to declare that only the best of the blessed would qualify. A blessed who cannot qualify is as unnecessary to them as an unblessed.