Death Voice Of The Soul นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A voice I knew all too well. ​"You forgot the most important rule of the Debt, kids." ​I froze. I turned around, my heart stopping. ​Standing in the ruins of the doorway was the younger version of me—the First Life. She wasn't drugged anymore. Her eyes were solid violet, and she was holding a Scythe that looked ten times more powerful than mine. ​"You can't have two of the same soul in the same room," the First Life said, a cruel smile touching her lips. "One of us has to go. And I like my life just fine."

It was then that the countdown reached the final ten seconds. [Time Remaining Until Death: 10, 9, 8…] I collapsed onto the carpet beside the couch as a stabbing agony ripped through my organs like a dozen blades cutting through them. I curled up from the pain and coughed up a mouthful of necrotic blood, instantly staining the pure white rug Samuel loved. [3, 2, 1. Destruction protocol executed.] I could feel an irresistible, violent force ripping my soul from my body the moment the system's mechanical voice dropped. Following the agonizing pain, my consciousness plunged into infinite darkness, and my soul completely vanished.

So, why do we even need souls? But ... wait ... if we have no soul? Where do dead vampires go? "Where do vampires go when they die?" Azrael smiled devilishly as he dropped, "Hell."

"Noelle, you've got to stay strong, okay? Brandon may be gone, but you still have me, your bestie. I'm here for you, always." Melissa Simmons clung to me, chattering away since the moment I showed up at the hospital. Glancing down at my hands and feet, it hit me—I had been given a second chance, sent back to the very day my husband Brandon Scott had died. In my previous life, I was at work when I got the news of Brandon's stroke. By the time I made it to the hospital, he was already gone.

Grabbing her chest she winced painfully. "Help!" She cried as she fell into a crumbled mass on the bedroom floor. In the kitchen, Hoka had arrived and was listening to Faelon explain what had occurred. They all paused hearing Sophia and rushed to the room she was in. Hoka shook his head as he hissed," That Anthony fellow is dead and the part of her soul he had is searching for a place to settle. Get her on the bed quickly and I will try to lead the soul back here." Running his hands over Sophia and chanting words, Hoka paused and grinned slightly.

"Evet." When he lowered his head and entered his room, he came across a picture of his parents. With a wry smile and heavy steps, he went to the nightstand and took the picture in his hand. While the word "I'm sorry" was falling from his mouth with broken sobs, he embraced the picture among his rising cries... Death was right, but the person who caused it would suffer from remorse until he died... ***

"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."

Zayn only can hear his voice. Zayn : who are you? Where I am? Voice : I'm you. Zayn : what? Voice : I'm your soul. Zayn : soul ? Soul : yes. I came from your previous life memories. Zayn : what? So you are the one arranged this dream journey right? Soul : I'm not that's you. I'm just your soul. I just helping to connect you with your soulmate person. Zayn : who?

She goes where she has always gone. "I found a ledger," I say, and my voice comes out in the low careful dialect I have learned from listening to her, the register of a woman asking another woman to carry what she cannot carry herself. "In the chapel vault. It has an authorization code for a death that happened two years ago, a death that was ordered from inside this family, and the code matches the payroll sheets I transcribed in my first week. The same block letters. The same purple ink. A single initial." Nonna Carmela taps her forefinger twice on the stone lip of the well.

"Let me show you some of his first acquisitions. Then you can tell me if you believe in him as much as you do now. He's not who you think he is, and not fit for you either." "I don't want to hear anymore." Holly turned away. "Quix is Quix, and nothing you say will change that." "Then, let me show you," Death snapped his fingers and a globe appeared in his hands. Inside it was Quix wielding his scythe, and killing as he strode through a crowd. There was no pause, there was nothing but a deep laugh coming from the man she knew so well. "Quix," Holly whispered as she reached out. This couldn't be him. But the eyes that sparkled as he reaped the souls, those were his.