Chaotic Soul Novels & Stories

absent and imprisoned inside his own head. ​Kai became detached from everything surrounding him. The sounds of the music faded from his ears, replaced by a sudden, desolate silence. From amidst the colored bar lights, a warm light beamed, and he began to imagine a scene that split his heart in two: he saw a small, warm, clean home... a home filled with a peace he had never once tasted.

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

"I'm tired Muhammad, I'm tired. I just want to be another me, I want to be a better person, I want more than anything else in this world to be a normal girl who's happy with her husband and don't have trust issues or anger issues, who might or might not be crazy. Is that too hard? I just want to be like everyone else, I'm tired, I want to rest, I just want to rest and get away from my own mind. I am going crazy with worrying about nothing, I'm scared of losing myself, I'm scared I've lost myself. I don't know what to do, I'm lost and confused and I hate feeling this way. I'm scared I'm psychologically fucked and everything hurts but all I want to do is..." The rest of her words died on her l

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.

It burns my palm as I hold her, cradling the little ball of fire as I try to figure out who she’s come from. What her parentage is. And I’m shock, shook the very core when I realise that the very man that sat at my dining table earlier Tonights has sired a daughter with the girl I promise for him as a second chance mate. I’m confused, confounded at the possibility of him procreating when he’s miserably foaled for the many years of this lifecycle. The soul is a particularly dark soul, craving sadness, the dark… anything angry. But it’s also an unusual soul too.

Everyday that I see the sun rise is torture to my soul. Every morning that I wake up without Don by my side tears my heart into a million pieces. I don’t know where life ends and where death starts. They’ve both become the same to me. It has made me prisoner in this dark perilous place called my mind. I sit by the window every night and wait for the morning never breaks, but that even is too much to ask. This is my own hell. This is my own home.

One of the things that toms often forgot about the God of Chaos was that Tricksy wasn't just the god of inconvenience and trickery, mischief and misfortune. Chaos was also a god of connection. While it was amusing to Agent to think about Hades and his ridiculous no-fur trying to sort out whose kits were growing in his body, his other side, the immortal Tricksy, was creating a vital connection between these four souls. There were still tasks ahead of all of them and though they had formed two pairings with the Innehavre bonds between the toms and no-furs, that wasn't enough. They needed more.