Feeding The Soul Novels & Stories

By day, she's a nanny. By night, she is his. A seductive offer, a dangerous game, and a love that could consume her. Blue’s survival depends on a choice she never thought she’d have to make. It’s a devil’s bargain. With no other options, Blue, trapped and desperate, agreed. She had sold herself, body and soul to the cold, emotionless Damian.

Dark soul, damage by his past mated to a lost cause forced to be his mistress. The moon goddess Aliana looked at the only Lycanthroph left in existence. “You, the only son of Lord Trevinor, will only be able to escape the pain and loneliness when you find your mate”. Despite being the ruler of the werewolves clan, nobody was willing to marry the vicious Lycan king with excess bloodlust. But no one knew about the prophesy. Alpha Monroe's eldest daughter who was nothing but a waste was given to the supreme Lycan as his arranged bride. This waste of a daughter not only can't shift into her wolf form. But was just a beauty without brain, who acts arrogantly and self willed. Suddenly, on the day she was to get married, she died, causing a different soul to take over her body. When she opened her eyes, she was no longer the waste but a powerful witch, and the entertainment goddess Myra Monroe, who was poisoned by her best friend and fiancé. With her powers she's able to begin her revenge. Kyra: bring hell on earth to those who hurt me. Klein: spare more time to Pamper her.

Satanika is an orphan who lives with her filthy rich uncle. She is aggressive yet perfect and always gets what she wants.What if her innocence and kindness is all a facade of the demon inside her?Satanika loves her childhood best friend Noel King but sometimes to protect the ones she loves, her soul must feel of death and her hand stained with blood.

After a near-death experience that killed his friend, James develops the power to see the unseen. This 'gift' becomes a curse when his family moves into a new home beset by darkness. James must solve the puzzle of the vengeful spirits and the added question of why his friend's soul still lingers and deals with conflicted emotions about secrets never told. Neither life or death are simple, and evil lurks in both.

When she dies mysteriously, Isla is given a choice by a demon– Either let her soul vanish with the wind with no resting place at the moon goddess' bosom or be reborn to exert her revenge. She agrees to the latter but there is a condition– She has to kill three Alphas. She agrees to the contract but she later finds out the man she loves is amongst her hit list. Will she choose love or revenge?

Whenever the Alpha's little sister suffered an episode, my Luna ceremony would end in disaster. On the first attempt, my wine was laced with honey, and I ended up having a stroke from an allergic reaction, with the entire pack laughing at me. On the second attempt, I was stabbed three times in the stomach, rendering me infertile. On the third attempt, a lunatic rogue wolf barged in and crushed every bone in my finger, cutting short my pianist career right then. Whenever I tried to express grief, Yohan Schmidt would always take Eva Brown's side. "She suffered mental regression to save me. Be the bigger person and don't hold it against her." "Next time—the next ceremony will be perfect, I promise." He made that promise 99 times over three years, and on the 100th attempt, Eva gave up on all pretense and set the wedding hall on fire. I was burned to a crisp and had to heal for a month. Through it all, Yohan nursed me and fed me a ton of medicine… until I overheard him talking to Andy King, the shaman. "You're truly ruthless, Alpha. She was thoroughly burned because she was trying to save you, but you're feeding her a suppressant that stifles her regeneration. Over time, she will succumb to her injuries!" Yohan shrugged nonchalantly. "I just can't stand her bullying Eva. Eva saved my life—so what if Yvie Stark pays for it with my life?" Tears rolled down my cheeks in silence. So even his warmth and tenderness was nothing more than cold deception. In that case, I should just leave.

In a world of magic and power, Freya, a young Tribrid, must embrace her destiny or risk everything. As her powers surge, she seeks refuge at the Academy for Werewolves, only to face a deadly rivalry with the first Tribrid, with their powers locked in a fierce battle, Freya must confront the darkness within and make a choice: unleash her true potential or succumb to the shadows. Will she emerge victorious, or will the cost of her victory be her very soul?

Betrayal. A young woman, Gu Xi, was deceived and murdered by those she deeply trusted. However, instead of dying, her soul was sent back 5 years into the past, giving her the chance to relive her life. Only this time, with enough knowledge about the future to change her destiny. Now she seeks revenge against those who have wronged her, and to live the life she believes she deserves.

As Jonathan leaned in to drink blood from my neck, a surge of both pleasure and tingling sensation coursed through my veins. I could feel the connection between us deepening with every drop he took. He paused momentarily, his lips still pressed against my neck, and looked up at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, my love, there's something intoxicating about your blood. It carries a sweetness that sets my senses on fire." I chuckled softly; the sound laced with a mix of excitement and affection. "Oh, is that so? Well, I'm glad to know this. Consider it my gift to you, an elixir of love and devotion." He resumed his gentle feeding, his eyes never leaving mine as he savoured each drop. "It's more than just a gift, Mia. It's a reminder of our deep connection, an intimate bond that transcends the ordinary. Drinking your blood is an act of trust and surrender, a symbol of our eternal love." I sighed with utter contentment, my fingers caressing his cheek. "And with each sip you take, I feel a sense of unity, a merging of our souls. It's as if we're sharing a part of ourselves, intertwining our very essence in this moment." *** This is the story of a woman who fell in love with a mysterious man. He hurt her, insulted her, and did everything he could to keep her away from him because he was too dangerous for her, but he didn't know the strength of true love. He thought she was just an ordinary girl, but her hidden supernatural powers astounded him. Join Jonathan and Mia on their paranormal journey, which is full of secrets, true love, and suffering.

The Rowan estate has stood for centuries, its walls bearing witness to generations of triumph, tragedy, and a quiet, inescapable weight. Known for influence and misfortune, the Rowans guard a secret: the house is a memory vessel, absorbing the emotions and events of its inhabitants. Only one child per generation—“the one who carries it”—feels its imprint. For Jace Rowan, that child is him. Haunted by flashes of his brother Elias’s mysterious death in the sealed west wing, Jace lives with hallucination-like memories, déjà vu, and a physical sensitivity to the house’s presence. When Ava arrives at the estate, the house takes notice. Her father’s disappearance connects her unknowingly to the Rowans, and her grief fuels an emotional resonance the house cannot ignore. Objects from her past—her father’s watch, sketches of the west wing, and a brass key—materialize mysteriously before her, drawing Ava deeper into the estate’s labyrinth of memory. Jace knows the danger: the west wing reacts to emotion, and Ava’s connection could awaken truths meant to remain buried. As tension mounts, Ava and Jace confront both the house’s power and their own growing fears. The west wing does not seek to harm but to claim understanding—feeding on memory, fear, and revelation. In the shadows, a presence lingers, one that Jace fears is connected to Ava’s father. Bound by fear, curiosity, and an unspoken attraction, Ava and Jace must navigate a house that remembers, reacts, and judges, uncovering secrets about Elias’s death, Ava’s father, and the legacy of the Rowan family itself. In a world where emotion is power and the past is never truly gone, the house holds its breath—and waits to see who will survive its memory.