Ethereal Souls Novels & Stories

"Et intacta pura. Pure and untouched. A deep burning desire will fill you. Your body shall awaken and you will thirst for only that person. Only he can put out the fire...he whose soul is bound to yours." "He whose soul is bound to mine?" "Oh...she whose soul is bound to yours? I didn't see that coming,"she chuckled. "What? No. I'm straight and confused..." "It's OK to be confused. You are still young. But this new person- boy or girl, man or woman- will fulfil your deepest desires." "What? What? I mean I am confused about what you mean with the whole 'bound' thing." "Oh...your two souls are intertwined...woven together like cloth." I had not fully understood. None of this mattered anyway, t

I scoff loudly at him “bullshit” “If he wants to marry her off, am here sitting ready to marry her?”, never, not in this eternity. “You never know what is waiting infront of you in eternity Ethan..., believe me or not am feeling this thing”. “What if the red roses are just a mistake?”, I ask him speaking a possibility. He scoff at it and said “she is a floral goddess for fucks sake”. “whatever”, I say rolling my eyes. “By the way who is the man you locked in dungeon?”, lucas asks.

Everywhere they looked, they saw signs of life in forms both familiar and otherworldly. Lunastra Aetheria, who eventually materialized into a semi-corporeal being, was a presence both ethereal and comforting. Her eyes held the wisdom of eons, and her voice carried the serene cadence of the cosmos. She spoke of the moon's eternal cycle, of the delicate balance between life and death, and of the intricate dance that connected Earth to the celestial realm.

The spirit world opens like a breath of eternity—vast, endless, silver light stretching across a sky with no stars, only the pale glow of the eternal moon. The ground beneath is neither earth nor air, shifting like mist yet solid enough to hold the weight of souls. It is beautiful, serene… but heavy, every breath filled with judgement.

fueled the suspense that surrounded their scholarly pursuits. In the ethereal realm, Limah sensed ethereal disturbances that mirrored the unfolding suspense in the celestial and earthly realms. Conversations with the Eclipse Sowers took on an urgent cadence, as the ethereal beings prepared for the cosmic ripples that would reverberate through the interconnected tapestry of existence. Simple words like "ethereal unrest" and "cosmic echoes" spoke to the ethereal beings' heightened awareness of the impending cosmic shifts.

2015, December 24th, England I stared at the lifeless woman, lying on the cold marble floor, her eyes wide open, and her pupils turned all white from once vibrant blue specs. I covered her naked body which had become pale white, with a white cloth. "Now, you are purified, my love..." I whispered coldly and smiled without humor at the cold body that was once warm with a burning desire for me during our copulation. All humans were born to be filthy and sinful and this lifeless woman was not different. An adulterer. A lustful, dirty woman. The moment she saw my deceitful beauty, she did not hesitate and jumped on my bait even when her husband dearly loved her. She had gotten what she deserved.

He looked at me deeply, a gaze that held a thousand words, all the love, reluctance, and finality. Then, without a second's hesitation, he raised his hand, his fingers curved like claws, and drove them into his own chest. No blood gushed out. Their bodies began to grow transparent, radiating a soft light. Flecks of light began to drift upward, like a reversed river of stars, flowing toward the blood moon that seemed impossibly close. "Remember us, Serina," Eros's voice echoed directly in my mind, growing fainter. "Remember... family..." Their forms completely vanished before my eyes, dissolving into four streams of colored light that merged with the blood moon. In their place, only four drop

"And each time she finds you, the obsession grows stronger. She's had centuries to nurture her hatred, to plan her revenge." Louis leaned forward, his face pale in the firelight. "But why does she always find us? How does she know where to look?" "Some souls are bound together by powerful emotions," Mr Blake explained. "Love, hate, obsession, they create connections that transcend death. Margaret's obsession with Thomas has created a psychic link that draws her to him in every lifetime." The thought made my stomach churn. We were trapped in an endless cycle of pursuit and death, all because of one woman's delusional entitlement.

I felt something restraining me, and there was something stuffed in my mouth. Voices drifted in from outside. "Just dump her here. No one usually comes around." "She's such bad luck. I can't believe she gave out already! I was expecting her to hold out at least a little while longer. What a waste of my prototype. And all the medication too! Ugh. Let's just go, Miles." My eyes stung with tears when I heard their conversation, but I couldn't even cry. What had Miles said before? Didn't he say that I wouldn't die? That he'd take care of me for the rest of my life? And this was how things turned out? How ridiculous!

Eternal. The word eternal can be defined as an everlasting or universal spirit representing the Moon Goddess lasting or existing forever. Let that sink in. I wasn't always an Eternal Wolf. Before I was ever an Eternal Wolf, I was the Alpha Queen. Becoming the Alpha Queen wasn't easy by any stretch of the word, but being the Alpha Queen shaped me into the she-wolf I have become. I didn't know it then, but I was destined for greatness. The Moon Goddess made sure of that. Saving my people, and really the earth realm from absolute destruction wasn't something I was thinking about when I was a young wolf. Little did I know.