His Soul Is Marching On To Another World Novels & Stories

But my Ainslee… I reach for her, but I cannot grasp her. I feel myself falling further and further away. Ainslee. Ainslee. I’m sorry. The world fades into darkness. It feels like a confirmation that I lost my soul the moment I was turned. I wonder what hell will be like.

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.

I muttered, looking down at the ground. I turned around, willing my back to face the open space as I closed my eyes. “ Moon goddess please guide me to a better place.” I was about to push myself down when I suddenly heard, “If you fucking jump I'm going to make sure your damn soul doesn’t rest in peace. I don't care how I do it, I would find a way to transport to the spirit world and drag your damn soul into your body, and then I would kill you for daring to kill yourself.”

Power surged wild, roaring, unstoppable And the world faded. My voice came out barely a whisper, but every soul heard it. “He didn’t corrupt me,” I said. “I was born for this.”

With a mix of sadness and relief, Vicky tendered his resignation, walking away from the institution that had once been his passion project. Vicky stepped into the unknown, his heart heavy with the weight of his resignation. The toxic environment had taken its toll, leaving his resilience battered and bruised. He felt like a warrior who had lost his way, his armour dented and his sword worn out. The moon and the rays of the sun lost their exotic colours.

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

in my blood scream in defiance. The battle for the world was over. The battle for the soul of our species had just begun.

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.