Body Without A Soul Novels & Stories

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!

He just studied every inch of her body and only when his gaze stopped on her eyes did he rest his head on her shoulder and close his eyes. "Is this your room?" "Yes. Do you like it?" "I just don't have the right words." "Now, it all belongs to you." "Everything?" "Yes." Now, Celeste was the simplest girl. She laughed and dreamed and rejoiced at this turn of events. Dropping her shoes off, she sat more comfortably on the bed, hugging Adelard and looking out the window, which was hidden behind elegant tulle. "You know, sometimes I felt like my whole life had no meaning. Sometimes, I felt like I kept dying. Over and over again. And that feeling wouldn't let me rest. Sometimes, I didn't even kno

"I really can't understand why you're so obsessed with it. Soul fusion is much better than that." As they spoke, Felix was placed on the stretcher before getting carried out. Currently, Felix had no breath or heartbeat. Even his soul was completely sealed. Unless some Malevolent Phantom decided to dig for more, it would be impossible to find his soul. Of course, the probability of this was almost zero. Since the soul was different from the body, there was no more residue left once the soul was gone. Why would they waste their time? After a heavy thud, Felix opened his eyes. He had been moved to the so-called morgue. He looked up, and there were ten bodies covered in white sheets, excluding h

Ted asked me. I was standing next to the man, and we were both staring at my body on the operating table. I was so light like I was floating in the air. And when I tried to touch something, I could not get hold of anything. I stared at my hands; then I tried to touch my left hand using my right. I could not feel anything. “If your body gets cold for more than thirty minutes from now, your soul won't be able to return to it. Whether you’re ready or not, that would mean death for you in this lifetime,” Ted stated like it was a matter of fact.

“Tell me what you mean. Am I dead? Is this some sort of joke?” The people in the bus laugh. Why does everyone seem okay with this? Are they happy about being transported to a place they don’t know, in the middle of nowhere? I begin moving to the front of the bus. There’s no damn driver, yet for some reason, the idiot speaking thinks the bus will move. Does he expect it to drive itself? “Refrain from calling me names, Soul 113.” What the hell? Did he just hear my thoughts? “I did. And so did everyone else in this bus. You are no longer in your mortal bodies, and you now exist as your bare conscience. Hence, you cannot think, and everything you think is a thought is being said aloud. Now, sit.

But other than that, I couldn't feel anything else anymore. I gasped heavily. My lips were pale and my throat tasted like blood. "I was wrong…" I straightened up my back and hugged myself tightly. The cold sweat that dripped down my spine made me shiver uncontrollably. I was wrong. I'd been wrong. Had I known earlier that I would end up experiencing such pain and torment, I would have just ended my life back then. However, if I really were to go, who would end up having to pay off my family's debt? Mom and Dad would never be able to rest in peace in their graves, either.

Their bodies acted as spiritual tools, relying on their physical forms for attack and defense, which contrasted with Adrian’s philosophy. Adrian believed that the body was merely a vessel. From his understanding of the laws, the soul was the core, and the body was just a carrier that could be replaced at any time. Excessive focus on physical training was seen as self-limiting, ultimately forming a constraint on one’s true potential.

"One strike, and your whole body goes completely numb, and you are unable to move. The second strike makes you hard as a rock. I get you off in your sleep, and take just enough of your soul that nobody ever notices." "How does nobody notice a piece of their soul missing?" Mike asked. "Simple. It's that little part of you that remembers your childhood, or maybe that piece of you that cracked when your best friend drank his life away and put a shotgun in his mouth. Your soul is kind of like a spiritual memory-I can take away a day, and it eventually gets filled with something else." But if you take it all, I die?" Mike was in his bedroom, but he knew it wasn't his. It no longer felt right.

Did my genes suddenly change or what, I needed an explanation. That night the full moon was high in the sky, casting an eerie glow over everything. I tried to ignore the strange sensation that was beginning to ripple through my body, but it was no use. It was like a wild, uncontrollable energy was building up inside of me, threatening to burst out of my skin. Suddenly, I felt a searing pain shoot through me, and I let out a long, mournful howl that echoed through the night. It was like nothing I had ever felt before - a primal, instinctual urge that was completely beyond my control.

He wiped his hands, soiled with blood on his shirt, while the other vampire was practically frozen. “Who said you can talk?” “I’m sorry. Please don’t kill me.” I badly wanted to know what was happening, but my vision continued to worsen. I stumbled, fighting for my survival to stay awake, or I might not wake up again. “You’re about to lose consciousness, aren’t you?” He asked, staring at me with his crimson-colored eyes. “No…” That was the last word I said before everything went black.