Empty Soul Novels & Stories

And Lifeless. He then proceeded by letting me fall. Fall over the edge. I only needed a little push. And he gave me one. He gave me the only thing that was needed for me to be doomed. For me to be lifeless once again. For me to be a shell, an empty body without its soul. Souls. Souls were the only thing that would live further then death could tell. But if you didn't have one, you simply would go to hell. And I at that moment, didn't have one.

“The water… the water sings.” “There’s no water here, Sadira. We’re flying.” “No…” her brow furrowed. “In the deep. The Core… calls them. They’re coming.” “Who?” I asked, dread coiling in my stomach. “Who’s coming?” Sadira opened her eyes. They were unfocused, the pupils so dilated they nearly swallowed the irises. But she wasn’t looking at me. She stared through the helicopter’s metal shell, into something far beyond. “The Empty Ones,” she whispered. “And something else. Something hungrier.”

The sound is very small in the quiet. I stand in the corridor for a long moment. My hand is still on the latch. I can feel the cool iron under my palm, and I can hear nothing from inside the study, no movement, no sound, only the silence of a man alone with a photograph of his dead brother and a watch that is not his and an oath he swore at a grave in Palermo that binds him above anything he might otherwise feel.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Get your hands off me, you hollowed-out ghost! You aren't Ash, and you sure as hell aren't a god!" Rhea’s voice echoed through the crystalline tomb of the Under-Whisper, sharp enough to cut through the oppressive violet hum that now served as the world’s heartbeat. She shoved against the marble-cold chest of the entity wearing her mate’s skin, her fingers burning where they touched his translucent, bruised-violet flesh. Ash—or the thing inhabiting him—didn't move. He simply stared down at her with those terrifying, static suns of violet light, his expression as vacant as a desert sky.

"He’s a mess, and he smells like a grave, but he’s alive. That’s more than most people get in this valley." "He doesn't have a soul, Runa," I choked out, the tears finally breaking through. "The Council... they didn't just break him. They emptied him." "Then we'll fill him back up," Sola said, her voice unusually firm. She reached into her pouch and pulled out a small, dried flower—a lavender sprig from the Deep Woods. "Our people have stories of the Hollowed. They say the soul doesn't leave; it just hides in the deepest shadows where the pain can’t reach it. We just have to go in and find it."

Caution? Selene’s pulse pounded. "A way?" Her voice was hoarse, raw from screaming. "You can bring him back?" Callista hesitated. "Not in the way you think." Selene’s heart lurched. She didn’t care how... she just needed him back. "Tell me." Her voice was a growl. Callista exhaled slowly. "The Void." Selene froze. The Void. The place where souls lingered. Where the dead roamed, waiting to be claimed by either the moon or the abyss.

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

“Not me, you—” “No! Please! Leave them alone!” “Shhh!” He hushed and Carys lips pressed tightly into a line. She shook her head, shutting her eyes. “We are in my space, the Blank Space and I had designed this place especially to escape death. So yeah, death reaches here, but slowly, very slowly. Slow enough for me to interrupt his path, disrupt his plan and escape his clutch. And the deaths I cause turn into soul ink that is used to sustain the Blank Space. Such souls don’t return to death or life cycle. They are forever lost in Blank Space. Like your precious mother, and all those who were turned into soul ink will forever be trapped in this space. How about we add their souls to this colle

We held each other, closed our eyes, and recited the soul-controlling spell in my grandfather's book. All Souls are not connected to the world but connected to the Creator. I'll save his soul if the Almighty means it. Piáste tin psychí tous. Piáste tin psychí tous. Piáste tin psychí tous We were in an empty dimension. Opening my eyes, I was already between Brian and Jay. I completed the second level for Jay, so he was awake. "Where do you think the monster came from?" Jay asked. We awaited his arrival with great anticipation. We looked around, where there was nothing but the rumble of lightning. The clouds were getting redder, the color of hell. This dimension deserves to be called the dimen

I only drank a sip from my cup, when I look at her face, it was like she froze. "What's happening?" - I want to ask her, but my body starts to shake, the cup falls to the floor and breaks, and I'm just shaking while my body starts floating through the roof, towards the dark blue sky. And just like before, it's dark again. I hear a long sigh, then a whisper: "You have to kill him this...". But the voice fades, and I desperately try to say something, anything but I can't. And slowly, I feel my eyelids closing... ~~~~~~~~~~~