Can You Save My Dirty Soul Novels & Stories

I think I saved hers too. End

"Oh my God, hang on, are you telling me that Uncle John-" "Yes," he interrupts, "And once they go, there is virtually no hope." I don't have to say a word because he already knows my next question. "There is only one way a soul can be saved once they enter the depths of Hell," he says, dropping his hands from my waist. "They must want to be delivered from the darkness more than they want to live." His face brightens a little. "That is when you will know if there is a shred of goodness left inside."

I'll do everything in my power to make it right this time. Just give me one more chance. Only one, nothing more. After I do what I have to do you can come to claim my tainted soul, Goddess. I don't even care if I have a horrible death after I get back at them. Just, please, I'm begging you, save me. Save me, so I can save those who died by my hands. So I can save Valerian and my parents. It doesn't need to be the Goddess if she doesn't exist. Just... someone save me, please. Spare my life just this once.

The woman with silver hair stood up and watch as Allorah moved her hand around the fountain. “Is that the person you would save, Allorah?” the woman asked. “Yes, Mother Goddess. His soul is tainted and can still be saved,” Allorah said as she earnestly watches him. “So if we can save him, then why?” Mother Goddess asked. “Because he will have his soul tainted. In the future he won’t be able to be saved.” Allorah explained with a sad smile, “But for him, I would exchange my life. Just to save him. His worth it.”

“They are nearly impossible to save, but all hope isn’t lost. Their souls are corrupted the day they choose to shift. If they can resist the shift, they can be saved, but…most can’t do it.” “You sound just like the witches, you know? They endlessly talked about my corrupted soul.” “It’s not too late for you, Willow. We can still save you.” “You can’t,” I whisper. “I’m turned. According to your laws, I’m doomed.” “No,” Innocent says and gets up. To my surprise, he kneels before me and takes my hands in his. “Surrender to us. Surrender to God’s will. We can rid you of the perversion.”

she murmured, "that can save him. But it requires a sacrifice—your soul." The words echoed in my mind, each syllable burning through me like acid. My soul. A piece of me, torn away forever to save someone I loved. My heart clenched at the thought, but then my eyes fell on Henry. His face, contorted with pain, his body restrained by Diego’s powers—he was fading. I could feel the darkness clawing at him, swallowing him whole, and it made my own heart ache with every breath. The idea of losing him, of never getting him back, twisted inside me. I couldn’t lose him, not like this. Not after everything we had been through.

And I would do it again. “Like I said before, I only saved an innocent,” I said. “Is that now a crime among gods?” A low hum spread through the chamber, the sound of the Council’s displeasure. Pillars of flame rose in a perfect circle around me, and from them stepped the Elders—ten silhouettes carved from light. "Quick reminder Damian, you are a Blackthorn, Thorns don't save, Blackthorn is meant to kill. why then did you save?"

He smiled with joy as we continued our walk further up the path. “Um, Apollo I wanted to know if I’m I going to hell since I haven’t really done anything good during my whole life of living so it’s pretty obvious where I’ll be heading right.” “Well if you want to know I could give you a hint it’s going to be a wonderful place. Where everyone is always happy,” Apollo replied with his arm still wrapped around my shoulder as we headed into the distance, talking about how happy my soul will be when I move on.

Silas let out a cold laugh, then turned to the poodle. The poodle sneered back, baring its creepy little teeth as it spoke in that chilling, human voice, "It’s not that your body isn’t a fit. It’s that it’s filthy. You’ve slept with too many men. There’s too much residual ‘impurity’ in your flesh. If we went through with the soul transfer, it might damage me. "But that friend of yours, Mia? She’s still a completely pure virgin which is rare these days. Only a body that clean is worthy of housing my noble soul."

I watched as my dad and Moira handled her funeral in silence. Even after losing everything, my dad still carried influence. He tracked Doug down by helicopter. Doug had picked up a gambling habit overseas and lost everything. They brought him back. After a week, he looked nothing like himself. He was dirty and worn, but he still groveled in front of them. "Moira, Dad… Where's Mom? I'm sorry. I really am. Please give me another chance. You raised me. I'm not a bad person. I know I messed up…"