Born An Old Soul Novels & Stories

He huffed before standing back up and walking or gliding towards me, I wasn't sure. " See the prophecy states that a child will be born of both types of blood, blood that will unite to create a new being. Oh my dear how wonderful you will be, creating a new life with me," he sang. " I am curious as to whom your lycan father was since I know for a fact your mother is just a measly human, sad at that." He stood in front of me again and softly caressed my cheek.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

That's what the witches said," I mutter, staring at a bunch of paramedics carrying body bags out of a fallen building, while a huge excavator works to move the rubble. My heart drops at the sight. The earthquake had killed people. We slowly bumble along the main road. "I don't understand it," Theon remarks. "How can something so ancient be bound to your soul? You're still only eighteen years old!" I glance at him and sigh. "Apparently souls reincarnate into new bodies once the old one dies. So, even though my body is eighteen, my soul has lived before. The Headmistress says that the ring must have been bound to me in another lifetime."

If I find you, I’ll leave myself, in you somewhere there is my shore. You alone are what I remember. O' my SOUL... _______________________ Since the time I have passed through your door, I have started to laugh freely, You are the most precious gift from God... O' my SOUL... _______________________ The prayers of the heart went beyond the sky, It was then that I got you, O' my SOUL... _______________________ I found my SOUL in you. My world doesn’t exist beyond your arms, keep me here only,

"When...when I brought you back to life few weeks ago.... She paused avoiding his gaze again "Yeah?" Ryan whined waiting for her to continue "Well, it turns out....it turns out your spirit got reborn as a new soul... She paused again "Yeah?" Ryan urged "Your original soul is..dead" She added He stopped breathing, a blank expression covered his handsome features "Oh..okay...so..." He arched she hesitated and took a quick glance at him "Well since your original soul died and a new soul is in you now? then you... you've lost all your immortality..

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

I asked my grandmother, feeling like this was all a bad dream, because none of this made any sense to me. Tears now pooled in my grandmother’s eyes, as she reaches for me, placing her hand on my shoulder, before she says, “Hades never was able to collect the soul promised to him, because your greatest grandfather was a made immortal, but you were born into this world with a pure soul. As for why he wants you, you’re the first male born of his blood.”

"Yes. I heard it." Across the ruined altar, the First King let out a soft, low chuckle that built into a triumphant laugh. "Now you understand," the ancient entity purred, his shadowy form drifting closer like a ink stain spreading over white marble. "The Final Heir has awakened." "No," Lorrie gasped, shaking her head as tears burned her eyes. "No! He’s a baby! He was born only minutes ago!" "His body is new," the First King countered softly, his glowing eyes fixed on the child. "His soul, however, is a vessel forged before the foundations of this underworld were laid. His consciousness is ancient."

We thought you were a broken mutation that lost the right to the high court. A sudden, immense tremor vibrated through the shared consciousness—a mental wave so heavy, ancient, and deep it felt like the shifting of tectonic plates. It was the voice of the Blood-born leader, waking up from a centuries-old slumber, its thoughts finally untangled from the suffocating fog of the starvation disease.