Her Soul To Take Novels & Stories

If her husband's soul was lost due to battling their leader, her drive and purpose changes completely from grief. "You can use the bibles as an object of spirituality..." Phuture stared Willie Lou in the eyes. "Learn how to use them as your spiritual object and you'll be able to absorb that piece of shit's soul. He utilizes teleportation to attack... if you could counter that... and absorb his soul... he's defeated." Phuture took a deep breath and hugged Willie Lou before she could reply, completely catching her off guard with the sudden affection. Suddenly, Phuture's spiritual essence began to ache her entire body. She dealt with an excruciating chest pain where the core of her soul rested,

Arram sped into the hut and met the reaper, pointing his stick at Desdemona to take her soul out. “No!” Arram yelled. He ran to stop the reaper, but the soul was already out of Desdemona’s body before he could reach him. Arram grabbed the soul before it entered the reaper’s soul sack, but it flooded out of his hand like water poured into a basket. The soul came together and fell into the soul sack. Arram held him tight in his arms and tried to snatch the soul’s sack, but the reaper passed through his body and came out from behind.

If I am in a mine shaft, an old well, or just a hole in the ground, no one will ever find me. I hear the sound again, "Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch." This time it is even louder than it was before and it sounds strangely right above me. I hesitate to raise my hands for fear that I will connect with something that I don't necessarily want to and then I crouch down, hoping that whatever it is goes away before it finds me. Although, I already know better. I know what is haunting me and torturing my soul. She owns me and I know it. The minute she took my soul, pieces of my personality slowly started to disappear. Now I am just a shadow.

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it

“WELL, WELL, WELL—I'M GOING TO BE CHOOSING THE BEST COUPLE FOR TONIGHT’S SHOW TO COME GIVE US SOME SMOOOOTH MOVES.” This. This is what life outside Michael’s world feels like. I feel like I’ve been in chains for years. Even though I’m not completely free yet, nothing compares to this sense of liberation. “I SEE THEM! EVERYONE, MAKE WAY FOR THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DAMSEL IN L.A, THE LADY IN THE SHINY RED DRESS AND HER MAN IN A BLACK SUIT!!!” I turned around in search of the couple, but immediately froze the moment the light dropped on us.

His cold voice sent shivers down my spine. “Price….what price?” My voice shook as I uttered these words. “It is a simple give and take, Eva. Haven’t you heard the saying an arm for an arm? So we just make a bit of change in it; how about a soul for a soul.” “Soul….whose soul?” “Whose soul can you give me? You are not strong enough to kill someone and bring their soul. So, I will settle for your soul.” “My…my…soul?”

Eyes closed, tears rolling down her cheeks, she gathers everything left in her. If Theon dies now… She swallows hard, ignores the weakness crawling up her limbs. Her skin glows faintly. She presses a hand flat to the stone floor, closing her eyes tighter. Her voice is quiet. “Take it,” she whispers. “Take whatever’s left of me.” And something leaves her. A pulse. A tether. Not light, not fire—but will. Something ancient and raw snakes through the earth, through the matebond, through whatever fragile thread connects her soul to Theon’s.

''Katie said, Multiple Voice yelled at Katie ''saying shut up woman'' Shawn face being to melt off and a dark shadow appeared '' You got me I came to collect something that should have been mine. ''Shawn said, ''Something that was your? ''Eros said, '' Yes your soul, You was supposed to be sent to the underworld but the holy ones gave you another chance I thought my little trick didn't work. ''He said, '' I see so you are the soul collector? ''Eros said, '' Yes well I take my losses' and get going. ''Soul collector said,

"She is better off scared, than dead, mother." The girl's eyes widen ever so slightly ad my words. I keep her eyes hostage in mine, unwavering- pulling at the darkest memories that stretch deep within the outline of her soul. For these are the ones that hold pain, that hold fear, that draw chaos and calls out to the endless. Her breaths deepen, then form into bare grasps as she struggles for air. It is not because she can not breathe. Humans have no wolves to protect their souls, therefore stealing them is rather effortless. She is a meal presented before the endless, a soul to take, pain, fear, and heartache just there-

“Exactly like your mother. She had power. Real power. She didn’t deserve it, and I wanted it. I wanted everything she had.” Her hands were trembling now, but her words came faster, spilled out like venom. “So I took it,” she chuckled maniacally. “I did the Alchemy of Souls. I took her body. I put my soul in it. She woke up in some stranger’s skin and died somewhere far away. I took her life, Imani. I took everything. Everything I knew fractured into sharp pieces. I tried to breathe. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped ropes around it.