Body Without A Soul Novels & Stories

She shuddered, eyes pinballing between his. “And that kind of death doesn’t kill the body at first. It starts with the soul. The mind. Because they can’t have what they desire. The body might be there but functioning barely. But the soul and mind? They’d be messed up. So messed up it’ll coax them into wanting to do things, crazy things just to prove to themselves they don’t want what they desire.” “You’re speaking in riddles!” she hissed, clucking her tongue. “Because it is. A riddle only a few can solve, female.”

It was so terrible that his body released waste on its own. Finally, with a sudden jolt, Kayziel felt himself being ripped free from his body. His consciousness hovered above his broken body, watching in horror as Zedekiel held his disembodied soul in his hands. Even though the soul stripping was over, he could still feel the extreme chill around his soul. So much that he was quivering. His soul had shrunk to nothing bigger than a fat thumb. He felt like he would disappear at any moment.

“At best?” “Yeah, you heard me.” “Um, okay, then what’s the worst that could happen?” Surely, nothing can be worse than death. “They’ll make sure I never make it back.” He notices the confused look on my face. “Imagine my body is here, my soul is here, but I’m not here. It’s like I’m dead without truly being dead. Like I’m comatose. You can’t kill my physical body because you don’t know if and when I’ll come back, and if you do, then I’m never making it back because I have no body to return to.” Just the thought has my heart racing and my palms turning clammy.

thanks to the hazard of fate that Satiana was born with mental powers… I might have been consumed and turned my body into an empty shell made of flesh and bones… Rubella mind space is strangely quite… I can’t find her soul’s avatar even after all the wandering… Not having a soul avatar means one thing…they lost their ego… I bent down and reached the sea of consciousness…If it’s not on the surface then it might be in the depths!

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe

Her heart could rob a man of desire, as it could instill it quickly in him. She didn't like him, but she was willing to risk it. The sofa was drenched in the blood of more than one person. The bodies lying around had their eyes gouged out, their souls ripped from them even before she tore them into irredeemable shreds. No hearts here. No souls here. No redemption here. Only death stays here.

Getting up I walk downstairs, Marcus's eyes on me as I grab food, sitting down, I watch the kids playing. I know I have lost myself. I feel like my body is walking around, moving and soulless. Like my soul has given up early and left me here alone to battle this. How do I fight a battle without my soul? With a heart that is broken and no longer whole? I am lost. I am all the way down, falling through the surface causing an earthquake inside me as I keep falling, crashing further down. I'm going left and right, trying to find my way back, but I can't seem to. I can feel love around me, but then it is plagued with darkness.

If there are no meanings attached to life, the world is now a city of the dead. If he is not a human being, who carries the clothes of purpose and purpose on his skin, then he is in separate places in terms of spirit and body. The body is in an invisible tomb. The soul is in an invisible purgatory.

“You see, that is where you are wrong. I can assume this is like spirit walking. Your soul leaving your body vulnerable to others.” Her eyes widened. “What?” “Your body…just an empty shell, ready to be taken over by any wandering soul out there. Looking for a nice new life to try again.” “I’m not spirit walking.” She tried to deny it. “I said like spirit walking. A portion of your soul is here, digging away at Toya and my friends. But another is in your body.” I smiled. “But a partially exposed body is still exposed. And a whole soul would win against a partial one.”

Dominic listened to me without speaking a word, paying very close attention to what I was about to say next. “Baby souls tend to leave the body faster. And they are not black as far as I know. They are mostly transparent or translucent colored souls because they are pure. But her soul was black, but it kept changing color as I stared at it. When I stepped forward to touch it…” I stretched my arm into the space and poked the air with my finger, showing him exactly what I did, “A light blinded my sight and you know what I saw? Or better to say what I felt?”