Ethereal Souls Novels & Stories

The fall had no end. Avery’s scream was swallowed by the light—no air, no gravity, no sky. Just the pull. The Vein dragged her downward through a vortex of color and sound, every heartbeat stretched into eternity. Kael’s hand was a burning tether on her wrist, his grip iron, his form flickering in and out like a broken reflection. The void around them pulsed—bright veins of silver and crimson threading through the dark. Each pulse came with a whisper, not words exactly, but something close. The sound of countless souls dreaming.

One moment she felt the cool moss beneath her boots; the next, she was drifting in the Infinite-Now. The Ethereal-Visuals of the static-world were overwhelming. It was a realm of Monochromatic-Chaos. There was no sky, no ground—only endless, swirling clouds of silver and charcoal-gray particles. Objects from a thousand deleted civilizations drifted by like ghosts: a Victorian clock tower made of light, a prehistoric bird that sang in binary, a shattered violin that wept mercury. Everything was in a state of Perpetual-Unmaking, a beautiful and terrifying dissolution. "Elara."

Mates found each other’s blood to taste like ambrosia because everything was meant to call out to their mate, that included. I raised an eyebrow once she opened her eyes, and the blush was immediate. ‘There’s a reason why certain species consume pure souls. Purity gives them a taste that is almost like a drug. Trust me that the souls that you purified and became yours taste delicious,’ she explained, licking her lips. I groaned because now I was turned on and time was of the essence so we would just have to put it on the backburner for now. I would reward my mate with a mind-blowing fuckfest once we were successful with this.

“Sybilla... my mother... all of them. I’m not strong enough.” I touched his cheek. “I know.” “If you stay, they’ll take you too.” “No.” I looked him in the eye. “I’m not leaving you again.” He shook his head. “Then we’ll die together.” “No. We won’t die. But we won’t be the same.” The air tore. The veil between this world and the next unraveled. The spirits rose, their hands reaching through the floor. Ethan screamed as they peeled his soul open. “Don’t—Alika, let go! I’m already gone!”

"What is it, hearing the words 'Ethereal Lumin Hold' makes you anxious?" Mystic Vale spoke, his voice low and hoarse, carrying the chill of the abyss from the Nine Nether Hells. Each word struck the soul of the sect leader of Ethereal Lumin Hold: "A thousand years have passed, and you have played mute in this Soul-Binding Jade Cage for nearly a millennium. Now you finally move? What a pity, even if you shout yourself hoarse, she cannot hear you. Even if she does, she cannot save you. Instead, your broken soul will only hold her tightly in your grasp."

** Shadows of the Past** Sophia held her breath, feeling the veil settle over her shoulders. The faint, ghostly voices filled the room, weaving through the air in a rhythmic chant, their sorrowful tones heavy with memories and longing. Ethan’s hand tightened around hers, anchoring her amidst the echoing whispers. Together, they stood before the ancient altar, their breaths in sync as the supernatural presence pressed down around them. “Do you feel that?” she asked softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. Ethan nodded, his gaze never leaving her face.

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.

Their miserable shrieks sounded like the wails of a ghost. Their bodies were smashed again and again. It was not until their True Blood was almost burned out and it took more and more time for them to assemble that Chu Xun extracted their divine souls and burned their bodies into ashes. Their divine souls were restrained within the Tetrarchy Cauldron and were burned and purified with Violet Underworld Flames. The Tetrarchy Cauldron enlarged infinitely in the air and became as big as a mountain in the blink of an eye. Then, with a rumbling sound, it crushed down. Blood mists exploded, the Earth cracked, and the void trembled.

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

___ One And A Half-Blood Moon Ago: ——- As I stepped into the Calm Ethereal, it felt like I was walking into a dreamscape, a realm untouched by the passage of time. The air around me was imbued with a mystical serenity that soothed my very soul. A gentle luminescence enveloped me, emanating from everywhere and nowhere at once, dancing like soft candlelight across the endless expanse of pastel skies. The horizon blurred before my eyes, merging the hues of dawn and dusk into a breathtaking tapestry of lavender, rose, and gold. It created an ambiance that felt both familiar and ethereal wrapping me in its embrace.