Born An Old Soul Novels & Stories

is me. "What...?" he muttered. I slowly heaved out a sigh. "My soul didn't belong to just one life," I said. "It never did." His expression didn't soften. If anything, it grew more bewildered. So I tried again in a simple way. "Think of it this way. I wasn't born just once." I met his gaze. "I was... divided." That made him look not convinced, but he was still listening. And that was good. At least, he was open to listening.

My girlfriend, Evanna Zeller, and I have been together for three years now. She says she wants to take me home during the holidays to meet her parents. I've hinted at it and straight-up asked more times than I can count, but she's shut me down every time. So now that she's the one bringing it up, I agree on the spot without a second thought. What I don't expect is that once we get there, everyone tells me I'm already dead.

Due to the sudden instability of the thought of his soul, the old man instantly screamed in tremendous pain as he stared at Gerald with utterly horrified eyes. “By god…! You’ve just unlocked the first stage of your potential yet you’re already capable of piercing through the thought of my soul?! How is any of this even possible?!” shouted the old man, looking extremely desperate now. Watching as his thought of the soul slowly dissipated, the old man could only wail hysterically in all the pain he was experiencing. He had already come this far, yet… No. He wasn’t going to just reconcile with this… He wasn’t going to just get destroyed like this…!

the older man snapped his finger, "you're still alive, dead spirit doesn't have energy colour like yours." So the older man found a protection spell from gods, then he saw Henry's soul was still connected to the world, meaning he was still alive. Henry looked at the toes of his shoes which looked dirty with dust and mud, his heart was beating fast. He could feel the pulse in his neck and the pounding of his heart beating against his ribs. "I- I'm still alive?" "Maybe the answer you are looking for is your memory and where is your body now," Tania's father's statement made Henry's thoughts swirl and feelings mixed.

However, when one soul was at peace, another was unconsciously seeking a resting place… At Acre Hills asylum, in the dead of night, the flashing shadow of a certain young man appearing in a gust of smoke, slowly approached the pale figure curled up into a ball at corner of the room, frantically chanting words of distress… “Honor the dead…. we must honor the dead…” Maxwell repeated as he rocked back and forth on the cold tiled floors, fear and anxiety echoing in his voice. “Dad! It’s time… come with me.” The hazy sound urged in a whispering tone. As if being called into the dark abyss, the fragile old man instantly stood up taking shaky steps, following alongside the familiar ghostly figure w

he asked, “Mystery or Cruel or Advocate?” “I want to talk to the real you.” He transformed as he turned to look at me. It was The Old man scientist. “Young man, what is it you want to talk about?” “My life.” I said, “You know me, what do you think of me? Who am I?” “I know too much about you. I know that everything you do is out of pure intentions. That you do wrong for the good course.” he said, “But as someone who knows nothing about you. I think you are a heartless piece of a scam bag!”

He paused for a second, and then continued, “I don’t feel my life. My life just goes away, leaving me in the hands of time, which just leads me to the far end. And in order not to believe it, I try to be like my mom and my dad. I support people who work in my factory, I watch how soap gets into stores and count how many people bought my soap per day. I follow perfume stores that serve hundreds of customers in day. And yet, I try to use all the inheritance for good. I try to be useful and do as much kindness as possible. But all the same, at the end of any day, I do not feel life. Sometimes I even have such a feeling, like my heart doesn't beat. And that scares me." Arthur lightly touched his

The sensation was suffocating. The old man, sensing Adrian's despair, only grew more arrogant. “Hahaha! Do you now realize how formidable I am? If you obediently offer up your soul, I might spare you some unnecessary suffering when I devour you.” His voice dripped with malice. “Kid, those who know their place are the wise. Time to die.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the old man's soul power morphed into a massive blood-colored skull, a grim testament to the countless lives he had claimed. It charged at Adrian like a vengeful spirit, intent on swallowing him whole.

So, it's not too fancy but since I have no friends or family members, it's the only fun I get. Do you want to know why am I all alone in this big world? Well, the thing is I was only 8 years old when I got into an orphanage due to the fact I have amnesia. I have no memory of who I really am or who I belonged to before then. I didn't even remember my name, so I was called Jane Doe for a while when I lived in the orphanage. I think they didn't even bother to name me 'cause everyone hated or ignored me while I lived there. I never really understood why was that, but after asking it once I learned I shouldn't have.

“This is preposterous. Do you think that you have a hold on me?” Beckham’s gaze suddenly turned ferocious. Then, an old man about 60 to 70 years old floated out of Beckham’s body within Kayson’s vision. The old man was precisely the soul that occupied Beckham’s body! The soul old man immediately charged at Kayson as soon as he appeared as if he was trying to attack Kayson. “Foolish boy, even if you do manage to see through my existence, can you withstand my soul attack?” The soul old man sneered and threw a punch at Kayson’s head.