Feeding The Soul Novels & Stories

So, with a feeling of intense hunger, he quickly began to eat. He lost everything. He became a nobody. But life went on, didn't it? And with the sense of fulfillment came a sense of gratitude. Even though that feeling was just an illusion. Just a trick to keep from going crazy. When the little baby began to cry again, now from hunger, Adelard looked at the remaining money and asked, "Do you have milk?" The elderly woman silently brought out a glass of milk and set it on the table. Looking at it without any emotion, she said something, but Adelard heard nothing. Holding out the coins to her, he asked, "Do you have a small bottle to feed the baby?"

They had been upset and sad just moments ago, but the earth that bred vitality just appeared at the next second? Pisces patted the ground and asked, “Are you sure this is earth that breeds vitality?” Phoebe confidently answered, “Yes! The deceased souls gather in the Tree of Life, and they need to be nurtured again to reincarnate. Only earth that breeds lives can enable souls to reincarnate. So, only earth that nurtures lives can make the Tree of Life grow. Both of them complement each other, and they are actually one.”

Clara asked. “As far as I know, the soul has to be on earth or close to being in the human world,” Caiden said. “A pregnant woman could use her unborn child’s soul as payment because that soul is close to existing in the human world and they have a connection to it. That’s the only example I know.” Clara was disgusted with the example. “What kind of person would consider the child in their stomach to be payment?” she griped. “Some people are not very nice,” Caiden said. “There are things that humans will do a lot for like fame, love, money and drugs.”

"But the gods measure him by how he carries his destiny." She spoke of fate often—not as myth, but as law. That the five of us had one same mate, chosen by something older than time. A woman whose soul had been woven with ours before we were even born. A companion who would carry our light and temper our shadows. And if destiny didn’t bring her to us, we were to find her. Like our fathers did. "If fate doesn’t deliver her," she said, ladling soup during our last visit, "go out into the world, find her, and claim her, as your fathers crossed mountains to claim me. Don’t wait for signs. Be the sign."

“Power doesn’t belong. It returns.” “Funny,” I said, stepping forward, “because mine seems pretty content where it is.” Her face darkened. The night rippled around her like an echo. “I have been starving for centuries,” she said quietly. “Do you have any idea what that feels like? To hunger for your own soul? To remember love and not be able to taste it?” There it was — the sorrow. The grief beneath the rage. It almost made me pity her. Almost. “Maybe if you hadn’t fed on innocents,” I said, “you’d still have your soul.”

Merilyn nodded, eyes filled with a haunted sadness. "And do you know the most tragic part?" Her voice was raw now. "Our souls are...everything. The very essence of our being. They ground us, keep our beasts in check, maintain our sanity, and so much more. A bond is an intertwining of souls. without a soul, one has no hope of ever finding a bondmate. No hope of ever knowing that connection. One would never recognize their Soulbond even if she miraculously appeared, and worst of all…” Merilyn stopped, fresh tears trailing down her chin. “Without a soul, one will go feral eventually. There is no stopping it. It is only a matter of time."

Would they chop her? "Don't think of it as cannibalism. Just get it off in your mind. Let's go to Sir Reynold's office and get our coins." "..." I stayed silent. I feel like this world was a world of to eat or be eaten. Suddenly, I had a question. "Hey, why Carl looked at me like that earlier? Is getting out of hypnotism alone is an unbelievable feat?" "No. Carl wondered how you recovered some parts of your soul that were eaten. For ghosts who died and don't have the body to belong to, they don't recovery their soul gradually once it was damaged. The way to recover for them is through eating demons. "

Because eventually, after years of carrying everyone else. the soul finally learns something sacred: it was never meant to disappear completely just to make sure everyone else felt whole.

"You made it possible. You believed me when no one else did. You supported me. You became my mother." "You taught me something crucial. Something I needed to learn. We are more than our bodies. More than our faces. More than what we look like. Soul matters. Spirit matters. Who we are inside matters. Raven's body died on that bridge. You brought it back. Made it house Rachel's soul. Proved we're not our bodies. We're our souls. That's everything." "You believe in souls now. You didn't before."

he added as if talking to himself, “rest now little mortal … we must not let him catch up to us. You have been too brave to let him feed on your soul now. I, on the other hand, am a lost course.” "Wait, what? Feed on my what?!" the thought resounded in my head right before darkness took me.