Her Soul To Take Novels & Stories

It was the gaping void in my soul. It felt like I had been ripped in half. I lay there in the ruins, my hand trembling as I clutched my chest. There was a hole there that would never heal. Isla hadn't just taken herself. She had taken a part of my soul with her. "No... it can't end like this..."

She stated as she continued running away from me and my running, I mean that she kept disappearing in thin air and reappearing in other parts of the room. “What do you mean you were helping him? How are you helping him by killing him?” I finally caught her tiny body and slammed it against the wall before I proceeded to hoist her off the floor by her neck. “You idiot. The purpose of the ritual that I am doing right now, is to retrieve two lost souls from limbo to bring two persons back to life as per your friend’s request. Due to the fact that I do not have a soul because I sold it for a good time, I would not be the ideal candidate to go the realm between life and death. Only a person with a

she explains to us. She kneels in the centre of her pagan symbol and begins to chant: “Take his soul to his mind, Take his mind to his soul, Trade them now. Take his soul to his mind, Take his mind to his soul, Trade them now.” A howl breaks the eery atmosphere. Alpha Charles; his full body is jerking and vibrating. He howls and then he growls. His eyes repeatedly flash from Becca to black, Becca to black. And still Dorothy continues to chant:

“You’re the one who interrupted me. I’m here to collect a soul, and you’re here to take the person. Quite the dilemma.” My eyes widened as I realized he was here for my mother. My eyes narrowed at him and I stepped next to Darren. “You can’t have her soul!” His silver eyes shifted to me, calmly. “I’m bringing her back with me and she’s going to rescue my father. Find yourself another soul to collect.”

I growled fiercely and her spirit perked up and she smiled. "I can help you but it's sorta unethical," Sathanas said softly and I raised my brow as I eyed him. He caught my attention and I asked him what he meant. "Well we would have to take her soul and put it into another person. Preferably a body that has recently perished so she doesn't have to push out its occupying soul. We need a hospital morgue and hope that they got a body that Grace can slip into and one that you're attracted to which in your situation should be bueno since you fuck just about anything," he teased and I shook my head and growled bitterly that I had standards.

I hold up a hand to him as I start to feel every bone in my body cracking, not braking so much as reshaping into something else, but the heat it’s bringing is entirely too overwhelming. As I’m withering on the ground in pain Westley and Keen are coxing me to hold on that it’s not going to be much longer. At least that’s what I think they were saying, because I couldn’t hear them I could only feel the emotions that they are radiating towards me. The only words that take shape in my brain are Keen’s tell me “whatever you do don’t pass out Rose bud, just hold on my love use my strength just draw it towards you through our mate bond.” I’m holding onto my consciousness for dear life drawing his s

She seemed to be out cold, and his stomach knotted as he thought of how she might react when she woke. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. He hadn't known it would happen this way, but he was glad she was finally his, even if she didn't know it yet. It would take time, but the darkness would become a part of her, until she was as strong as he was now, a full 'Shadowsouled', as the few of her kind that knew of their existence called them. Her former kind, he corrected, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around her. He'd grow stronger from his too, much stronger, and some of that power would flow through to his brothers in turn, and their cousins, t

“I have no special mermaid powers. Don’t ever blame whatever this on some mythical voodoo magic.” “I lose my mind around you.” “And I don’t feel the same?” He raised his brows. “No—you’re the one the power in whatever this is.” “Power?” Galene laughed bitterly. “In my situation? I need to regain that—fight for my life.” “I can help.” His plea seemed genuine, and she nodded. “You do that. I want access to that salted pool. Send me the address, and I’ll be there on Monday.” “You want to get in the water?”

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

"I have been diminished. I knew I was diminished. I did not know why." "The piece of your soul that was taken," Tara says carefully. "It was released, the way Sable's was. In a smaller event, not a Blood Storm. But released. It will have anchored somewhere, in a developing supernatural signature that was open enough to receive it." Sera is very still. "Is there a child," she says.