Chaotic Soul Novels & Stories

Like my fingers were playing by themselves… “Celesta… snap out of it,” Apollo grabbed my hand. When my body went back to normal, I shook my head and stared up at him, “H-how did I do?” “You played perfectly but…” his voice trailed off. Onyx leaned on the piano, “Who knew you were a monochromatic musicista.” “A what?” I tried to focus. She crossed her arms, “It means your musical soul has no color.” I flinched, “Is that bad?”

… At the Killicks’ residence, Chase said in a regretful tone, “Master Chene, who was commissioned by the Osborns, kept trying to destroy your mind expansion with his soul earlier, Mr. Yarde. “It’s a pity that I didn’t manage to keep the man here. I only repulsed him. Master Chene’s megasoul is already fully formed, which is impressive.” The most obvious symbol of a Smasher was the formation of the soul. Those who managed to become a Smasher with mind expansion would form a minisoul like Chase, while those who progressed to a Smasher with a prior darksoul or lightsoul formation would then form a megasoul as a Smasher.

Some people even thought it replicated the actual Hell. Ruax planned to trap Hade in the stone. This way he could live another 150 years in this body without being put away in a dormancy. It was a curse that whenever the Alpha of the old soul had a child, the wolf would be put to dormancy within the child. The Alpha, on the other hand, would gain another newer soul in it’s stead. It ensured that the old souls would not be able to cause such chaos. It was a kind of safety lock for the amount of time an ancient wolf can surface.

“You guys actually did this.” Megan slung her arm around my shoulder. “Of course. You think we were going to let you just walk in like it’s any normal day?” Jonathan nodded. “Yeah, no. We don’t do normal around here.” Jimmy handed me a drink with an exaggerated flourish. “To the queen who has finally returned.” I laughed and clinked my cup with his. The music was cheerful, jovial, something off the playlist, known as Chaotic Vibes Only...which Jonathan claimed was relaxation by its own rights.

Alpha Chado, who had seen what he just did, asked, his voice coming out weary. He didn’t answer; instead, his eyes fluttered. “Hear my voice, Doom and Mischief, creators of chaos and madness. Open up the path that is forbidden. Guide me into the dark dimensions so I can commune with you, my soul, for a bargain now and forever.”

“Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin stood up and looked around until his eyes met mine. Then he knelt in front of the chapel as the rain began to pour again. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds parting for the blood moon to emerge. And the chatting became louder. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin slit his wrists with the spirit sword and allowed the blood to drip on the stairs of the chapel. And we all heard a rumbling sound apart from the sound of thunder as Darka emerged from beneath the chapel. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!”

small horns appeared near the soul river. There was a crack near them which indicated that they came from somewhere outside of this universe. "They will catch up to us soon. What do we do, honey? Our daughter is also..." "We will do as we planned. You've put Tema in the Ark after altering her memories and showing that illusion, right? " "But...Deceiving our own daughter like that...she is just an innocent child." "Sigh...But we don't have any other choice. They will also not leave us alone and will haunt us to take back Ark. Anyway, There's no time. Let's hurry up." The male humanoid suddenly waved his hand towards the soul river and picked up a random soul from it before seeing its me

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos

But then, I laughed again—because Michael Finsch was a disgusting bastard, and I was an even bigger fool. I took another gulp. Staggering to my feet, I tried to make it to my room, but my legs were already failing me. My vision blurred, my steps faltered. I stumbled, reaching for something—anything—to hold onto. But before I could steady myself, I collapsed onto the couch. Tears stained my face, but a strange, empty smile lingered on my lips. I laughed. I cried. I did both at the same time. The whiskey bottle sat just inches away from my grasp, but it felt so distant.

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.