Born An Old Soul Novels & Stories

She was the planet's oldest entity, keeping herself alive by stealing souls from others. Though she claimed to have discovered another way to live through meditation, it was unclear whether she still took souls from the innocent. Selling my soul would destroy not only me but the entire pack. Was it the appropriate option to sacrifice the entire pack for the sake of two individuals? I bit my tongue, torn by the consequences of losing my soul. Elodie was the original oak, formed when my father gathered other members as oaks to establish a pack. "I'm not sure if my father would be alive today, would you have dared to make such a demand?" I pondered aloud.

“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.

"N-No, I'm not tricking you! You might not trust what I'm about to say, but I swear it's true! "I… I was reborn, and in the future, Clarisse was the death of our entire family! She caused Dad's death, made Mom crazy, and turned me into a cripple! I know this sounds crazy, but I know I was wrong, so give me a chance to make it up to you, please?" Insanity. That was the only word that came to mind after I heard what he said. "Go see a doctor if you're ill instead of bothering me."

I wished we stayed indoors the whole day, it felt like we were the only ones in the world. ... ====°====... I kept looking outside the window as he sped down the road, an old song was playing on the radio, and we sang along. {let my baby stay by Mac DeMarco}. He said he was taking me to the place where he used to train with his dad when he first started getting urges to transform. “Where’s your dad now?” I asked. “He left the pack when he heard that Kelvin was still alive, no one has seen him since then,” he replied with a frown.

I convulse, suspended, until every trace of my old self is drowned. When my feet touch the ground again, I am not Oleen the Healer. Not Eliora’s cast off child. I am something else. I am reborn. My heart no longer aches for the life I was denied. My soul no longer bleeds for the man who never loved me. Instead I burn with a new hunger, one Eliora always forbade. “But I’m not your child anymore, Eliora,” I sneer at the empty air. “I can reach what you locked away.”

The vulnerability in my question hangs in the air between us. She sighs again and murmurs, "There's no easy way to say this, no gentle path to such tremendous truth." Then she meets my eyes—truly meets them—and something flickers in my chest like a dormant flame suddenly catching air. "You are a reincarnation of a being that predates this world. A soul older than time itself has taken root within you, waiting for the perfect moment to bloom." I blink, the world tilting beneath my feet. "What?"

He noticed but didn't say anything, he only smiled. "your eyes have gone back to their color I see," He said as he watched the water drip from his palm and back into the spring that was now running a bit faster. "When you were born your soul was broken a bit. All of us go through it. It's the mother’s way of making us know who we are. But once we do the voice stops and the soul mends itself. The water that flows through this place holds the answer to everything. You were born from these waters."

They were peeking in like kids and their smile just got bigger as soon as she placed their favorite chocolates in their hands. "Mom you still remember". Daniel was surprised. He didn’t expect her to remember his favorite brand. It was surely long enough... He had tears in his eyes. May be a few slipped down his cheeks. "Why won’t I baby. Remember you are still my first baby. Not biological but by heart. I have raised you for 10 years Daniel. Even when Russell and Carson came into our life. You were and will always be my first boy." She gently swiped the stray tears from his cheeks and he hugged her tightly.

In the Kingdom of Veridia, history was written by kings. Now, it is written by fangs. For a thousand years, the Great Prism held the balance between Man and Beast. But when the artifact shatters, the Primal Aether floods the world, unlocking the dormant, violent potential within human DNA. In a single night of blood and fur, civilization collapses. The weak become prey, and the strong become The Wild-Blooded—humans twisted into apex predators by the spirits of lions, gorillas, and dragons. Ren is a nobody—a lowly scribe with ink on his fingers and a fear of heights. When the Aether sickness hits, he falls from the Spire of Scribes to his death. But he doesn't stay dead. Awakening with t

I carried the boxes to an open space, and then Arnold handed me a lighter. "Cynthia…" he said softly, like he wasn't sure if this was a good idea. I gave him a smile, probably my first real smile in days. "It's fine. Out with the old, in with the new." I flicked the lighter and tossed it onto the pile that held ten years of my youth and love. The fire caught fast, growing brighter and hotter until it lit up the night like day. The flames ate up everything—my memories, my regrets, my stupid hope for someone who never deserved it.