Empty Soul 소설 & 이야기

As the moonlight cast its ethereal glow upon the chamber, Eros, the loyal follower of Devin, found himself jolted from his slumber by a faint whisper that pierced the silence. His eyes snapped open, wide with trepidation, as he surveyed the room, searching for the source of the haunting voice. And there, amidst the swirling mist, he beheld a sight that sent shivers coursing down his spine. Devin's soul, a spectral apparition, floated before him, his form translucent and otherworldly. Eros's breath caught in his throat as he struggled to comprehend the impossible.

"When...when I brought you back to life few weeks ago.... She paused avoiding his gaze again "Yeah?" Ryan whined waiting for her to continue "Well, it turns out....it turns out your spirit got reborn as a new soul... She paused again "Yeah?" Ryan urged "Your original soul is..dead" She added He stopped breathing, a blank expression covered his handsome features "Oh..okay...so..." He arched she hesitated and took a quick glance at him "Well since your original soul died and a new soul is in you now? then you... you've lost all your immortality..

Samuel sat alone in the hospital corridor waiting chair. His eyes stared blankly at his phone screen, his fingers trembling above the keyboard. His heart was still restless after hearing with his own ears the faint voice from Ellya—or Rebecca—saying that her body had already turned to ashes. “If that’s true, how could it be?” he muttered softly. “Can a soul really enter someone else’s body?” He opened G****e’s search engine. Hesitantly, he typed:

Nova felt cold. Not physically. Existentially. This wasn't an empty room. This wasn't a dark space. This was the absence of everything. The Void's voice echoed softly. "This was all there was." Silence followed. Endless silence. Nova looked around. Nothing existed. Nothing had ever existed. No stars. No worlds. No life. No possibilities. Only emptiness. Then a tiny light appeared. Far away. Small. Fragile. Origin. The memory-Origin drifted through the endless void.

"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."

****okay so last chapter Devon got a little frisky with Jennifer. This chapter is all about her and how her feelings for Jennifer developed. This chapter gives a whole new outlook to Soulmates but that is all I'm saying. You have to read in order to find out... Hehehehe enjoy**** Devon POV junior year of high school...

And somehow I want to be reincarnated, yet I don't have a soul so it's not possible. Before I could react, Michael appeared in front of us. "You go to hell, by means of that, you are going to disappear. Poof!" He gestured with a mocking smile. "Like you never existed." "Do you want to wipe us all, vampires?" He nodded. "I am working on erasing your existence and I am going to start with your clan." "Will it end if I kill myself?" "It won't. You have no soul," Syne replied from a distance. "You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you."

•••• •••• •••• •••• The rest of the drive was silent, Amirah relaxed on her seat and closed her eyes listening to an old school hit playing. Muhammad regularly turned to stare at her, he felt bad about how he'd spoken to her and he didn't know what to do next.

Lost Souls were dead terrors or you can say walking nightmares. A new undefeatable breed the supernatural world was unaware of. And by some fucked up logic that Esmeray was not aware of, she seemed to be the only person who could tame the wild breed. As Ascian the oldest and only sane Oracle had once declared. “SAVE THE CHILDREN!” The Lost Soul's voice echoed in Esmeray's mind pulling her out of her thoughts. At this point, Esmeray was standing in front of some type of wooden dungeon door. As the Lost Soul disappeared Esmeray’s brows furrowed.

"Are you whole?" "I think so," she said, checking her hands. They were solid. The contract she had shoved into her chest was gone, but she could feel it—a heavy, rhythmic heat pulsing behind her ribs. "Where are we? Where is Silas?" Vane looked around the desolate beach. In the distance, the river of souls flowed upward, defying gravity, disappearing into the grey ceiling. "We’re at the Source. The very bottom of the Seventh Circle. This is where souls are brought to be stripped of their identity before being recycled into the void. It’s the one place the Conclave is afraid to look."