Hurting Souls Novels & Stories

KAIDA I doubted I would survive this ordeal. If I didn't act quickly, I feared I might lose not only my life in this world but my soul in the next. I lay curled in bed, trying to recuperate from the previous day's torment. Even with Malachi absorbing a portion of the agony, the residual intensity was overwhelming. Just as I thought the worst had passed—after anchoring and ushering the first wave of spirits toward the afterlife—a fresh sea of souls appeared. Their collective cries were jarring, a discordant symphony that pierced my mind.

He would beat Sylvio to the brink of death and then let Pebbles do whatever she wanted with him. Sure enough, Sylvio expected this. “Will you believe me if I say that I was not hurting Pebbles, but helping her heal the wounds on her soul?” Sylvio replied with a forced smile. “Help her heal the wounds of her soul? Do you think I’m dumb? Does a treatment hurt her so much?” David did not believe Sylvio at all. “The soul is the most mysterious and fragile thing. If she wants to recover, she needs to suffer some pain. It’s inevitable,” Sylvio explained.

The color of its walls long forgotten, the room was filled with the whispers of cruel spirits and the malice of the most ruthless of demons. Mercilessly descending upon the small figure within, there was no shelter from their abuse. Locked in a ceaseless battle of wills, they chipped away at his young untarnished soul so that he might relinquish it over to them. Not sure of whether he had spent hours or days grappling for his soul in their relentless company. Cazer Krane’s tears had long since dried up. Curled on his side in the room, he held no futile illusions of someone coming to his rescue.

"I offered you gold. Something you craved yet you could never show or use, something worthless. I offered protection for your tasks alone, no more, no less. My part of the bargain is fulfilled. If you want women, as you claimed, they come and go, you have no need of me there. Wine them to the excess and then they are yours. Those who come to the Godly world are paid for such pleasures anyway." "He-he will find out..." Zuberi's fear-stricken whisper only enhanced the slimy grin. "And who's fault is that?" Zuberi blanched. "The impious Soul screams: I burn; I am ablaze; I know not what to cry or do; wretched me, I am devoured by all the ills that compass me about; alack, poor me, I neither see

The Dragon Order Sect leader laughed at that: "Do you think we could stop them? And why should we? Forrest deserves to die, so why not get rid of such a scourge? And as for you, once these Great Wronged Souls get their revenge, you won't have any peace either." The girl's hand was already reaching toward Forrest. Forrest tried to use his magic to resist, but the little boy clung to him, leaving him completely unable to move. "Ah!" A chilling scream. Not only was his neck being strangled, but other vengeful spirits were biting him. It looked like they were tearing at his body, but in reality, they were tearing at his soul. When the soul is truly bitten, if one can endure the pain and survive,

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

Hope POV There is something inside me that I didn't think could break anymore, I thought I had already suffered all the pain, physical and mental. I have lost loves, friends and enemies. I have shattered and reinvented myself. I felt my soul being torn, my skin being burned, my bones being broken and my muscles being ripped. I knelt and begged, I prayed and cursed. I cried tears of blood watching the souls of some comrades being annihilated. I cried because I lost a love, I cried because I lost lovers, I cried because I couldn't be close to the one I longed to be with the most. I cried and begged for the pain to stop.

They belonged here, right next to me, and I needed them more than I needed my next breath. Through bitter tears and ugly crying, I saw their frames as they moved, slowly undressing and bearing themselves before me. The fucked up souls who deserved nothing but hell, fire, and brimstone, shredded down every piece of their being until they stood there, with their souls glamouring on their surfaces. I saw them, and oh how tortured they were.

Her Soul. So, let's see how these girls go through the ups and downs of their life. How will the circumstances lead to their future? What will be the destiny of their set by the universe? And will their souls be able to be together? Or something else is waiting for them.......... Prologue __________________________________________ You are my SOUL __________________________________________ Love, You are my light of hope and rays of blessing. Baby, You are my morning glory and evening bliss. There is no word enough existed to express my feelings,

” he asked and turned on the radio before I could reply. let my baby stay by Mac DeMarco. It was the same song he played when we went hiking on Monday. Our song. So we sang along as he drove, and my mind drifted back to Monday. Before the blood moon. Before the chaos and deaths. Before the walls of my life crumbled. Many things happened before the blood moon. And the days went by too quickly. But the days after the blood moon moved slowly. It was still the second day, but I felt depleted as someone who mourned for a year.