Feeding The Soul Novels & Stories

“C’mon, Bobby. Parents always say that. It’s just them trying to con us into wasting a whole week listening to some windbag blow a lot of hot air.” But maddeningly enough Bobby wasn’t even paying attention anymore, so intent was he on reading the book’s description. “Hmm. Listen to this. ‘We’ve all been mistaken about His true nature. He Who Has No Name truly wants to heal our broke bodies, wants to heal us inside and out, wants to make us over into His True and Unknowable Image. All it requires is letting go of who we are and the pain our infirmities cause us, the pain we so desperately seek to define ourselves by, and allowing Him the province to do His Unknowable Work in us, for his Great

Perfect. "Good girl. The circle, Seraphine. Back to it and focus. Think of feeding." Damn. Does she remember how to feed? I've taken so many memories and lied so much I can't keep track of my lies or what I've taken, what she might remember. "That feeling you get when you helped someone. You subconsciously fed. Concentrate on that." She does, and she licks her lips, tongue flicking at the corner of her mouth as she focuses on her subconscious hunger. "Open wide, Sera. Let Barima's soul out." I begin to chant and place my palms into the circle. Barima's soul will not come out, and I know that I will have to try a different approach. This is maddening. I want that wench out of my Seraphine. "G

He was the source of the mist, the conduit through which the hunger of the void was being funneled into the city. He looked at Laila, his black eyes filled with a desperate, agonizing madness. He told her she was a fool to come here. He said the Hollow couldn't be killed. It could only be fed. He told her that his own soul had been hollowed out centuries ago and that now the void wanted hers. The Soul Eaters began to dive.

was no longer a threat—it was a Ghost of a Wolf who had traded his soul for a bite. The "Absolute Carnal Necessity" shrieked as it was refracted by the "Authentic Noise" of a woman who had finally learned that Love is not a Resource—it’s a Choice to Starve together. It vanished into a spray of cyan pixels, its "Consumptions" incinerated by the fact that the Human Spirit is Non-Digestible.

He hobbled over to the pill that was floating in the air. The pill was more valuable to Fane than anyone else. A spirit refining pill meant that it could help train his soul. It would enhance the level and quality of his soul, and increase the control a person had over souls! Thinking about that, Fane's hands started to shake. He took a deep breath as he forced himself to calm down. He retrieved a jade box from Mustard Seed and placed the pill gently inside, making sure not to harm the pill's effects.

"I'm so stupid!" Soul-stride. A method Yeye had taught me was where you sit and focus your soul on leaving your body and roaming around like a ghost. It was a perfect method to spy on your enemies without alerting them. But you can't have the soul stay long in the mundane world, or it will never return.

Cara assured the soul although she looked more like a smoke . If you help me this time , I will make sure I am going to help you in the future .. the little girl murmured making Cara smile through her tears. "Always remember help someone not because you are going to owe them , but because you are helping them and showing kindness to them ." Cara told the little girl . The soul girl looked at Cara carefully and then gasped, " I..I..have seen you before .." .. Cara looked at the girl with a quizical expression, you ..you look like the mother goddess ...The little girl's soul told her with amusement filled in her voice.

A Forsoul can be used to temporarily replace a sucked-out soul. Evil casters called Netherlords can completely suck out a soul and feed on it or trap it in a magically enchanted case. A completely sucked-out soul means instant death. A partially sucked-out soul gives its owner a little time before they give up the ghost. But if the partially sucked-out soul is replaced by a Forsoul, the individual can live for as long as the Netherlord allows him or her to. A Forsoul is linked to its creator. So, the creator of Bethany’s Forsoul has the power to sever the link and end the Forsoul’s sustenance.

The choice was in how you fed it. How did they feed it? Sera pointed to the river. To the trees. To the mountains beyond the valley. They fed it with the world. With the wind and the water and the earth. They fed it with each other. With touch. With laughter. With love. They did not cage the hunger. They let it run. But they ran together. And the running did not burn them. It sustained them. Luan looked at her hands. At the scars. At the skin that had aged and healed and aged again.

"The bright soul meets an even brighter soul with purer energy on his way, but he consumes her, snuffs out her light, and continues on his way." I feel a sense of rage building inside of me. How dare she suggest that I would snuff out someone's light? "The twin other soul catches up with the snuffed-out soul," she continues. "He offers some of his energy, and in return, she gives him some of her light, helping him burn brighter and purer. Together, they catch up with the soul that had once burned bright."