His Soul Is Marching On To Another World Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hundreds! "Believe me Protector, you are not in any position to decline this, I’m sure the consenting silence received from your father tells otherwise. The end of the world is near, what you only witness today was caused by your potency trying to manifest itself however billions of lives will tarnished if you don’t do anything about becoming who you’re meant to be, we beg of you, This is not a matter to be taken lightly. We’ll show you the way to control your potency, and the whole wide world will follow your lead."

Iris opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly, a familiar melody drifted through the orphanage hall. It was Only You. Her pupils shrank, and her heart skipped several beats. The sound felt like it came from a distant world, yet it cut clearly into her ears.

“Sybilla... my mother... all of them. I’m not strong enough.” I touched his cheek. “I know.” “If you stay, they’ll take you too.” “No.” I looked him in the eye. “I’m not leaving you again.” He shook his head. “Then we’ll die together.” “No. We won’t die. But we won’t be the same.” The air tore. The veil between this world and the next unraveled. The spirits rose, their hands reaching through the floor. Ethan screamed as they peeled his soul open. “Don’t—Alika, let go! I’m already gone!”

I died. My body felt light, like a wisp of smoke. I floated up to the vaulted ceiling of St. Patrick's Cathedral and watched Marco holding my cold body. As if he were holding the ruins of his world. So this was it. The soul wasn't a myth after all. Just a wisp of smoke, weightless and invisible. I watched him hold a grand funeral for me. All the important people in New York were there, their faces masks of fake sadness.

Too many courageous people are marching towards an unknown destiny, ready to fight for peace, justice, safety, and security; this army is ready to fight for the whole world. We are not going to surrender; we will not allow the black magic witches to take over the world and make us their puppets. We will never bow or kneel to them. We will end them! As I move forward, I can see more and more of my enemies. I can see Eleanor, I can see Tyler Beckett and I can see James Davidson.

And slowly, Madraya’s soul forever left the earthly realm. THE END

“Then let’s give them hell.” The demons roared behind us. A fire exploded from the ground. Smoke rose high into the sky, shaping into the symbol of my crown. I pointed to the gates. “March.” Charon jumped onto a beast of shadow and lightning. Thanatos took to the skies with wings of bone and ash. I followed, flames wrapping my feet, lifting me higher. The army moved as one—fast, deadly, without mercy. The first gate we entered into shimmered in the distance. “We tried to break it,” I said. “but that was just a fake door and not the real Spirit World.

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!

Getting up I walk downstairs, Marcus's eyes on me as I grab food, sitting down, I watch the kids playing. I know I have lost myself. I feel like my body is walking around, moving and soulless. Like my soul has given up early and left me here alone to battle this. How do I fight a battle without my soul? With a heart that is broken and no longer whole? I am lost. I am all the way down, falling through the surface causing an earthquake inside me as I keep falling, crashing further down. I'm going left and right, trying to find my way back, but I can't seem to. I can feel love around me, but then it is plagued with darkness.

My blood shines on his red coat in the moonlight. My legs will not obey me as I try to force myself up. I have no strength left. Blood seeps from my mouth and onto the ground below. I drop my head to the Earth once more. River whines and rubs his head against mine. Soon, I will take my last breath, and not too long after, my pack will bury me in the Earth so new life can grow. I hope the moon shows mercy on me so that one day, I will be reunited with my mate, my kin in the spirit world.