Hurting Souls Novels & Stories

"Let's just say pain can be a killer... and a motivator." Just like that, Daemonikai’s good mood soured. After he’d sent her away, the Soulbond had been crueler than anything he’d imagined. He’d known it would be bad, had expected suffering, but the reality was on a whole new level. It was a hollowing hunger in his very soul. Days had blurred into a haze of misery, with him barely functional. Grief was swallowed by something darker—a soul-deep need that clawed at him ruthlessly.

You won’t be able to even imagine the pain if you have never lost a limb. The rejection tears. It tears apart something that should not be apart. It leaves one bleeding, hurting, and itching for all their conscious time, as well as in their sleep. It’s like your flesh is cut open, and left open in the air, and unlike a physical wound, you can’t faint due to blood loss. You will always feel that something is broken in you, and you have no way to heal it. It’s hard to understand the concept of one’s soul being complete by itself, is also complete when it’s combined in the most intimate way with someone else’s soul, while keeping its own completeness.

“Our souls don’t break.” “What?” I scoff, “What the hell are you talking about? You have made it quite clear that they do. You have said that too many cracks can tear someone apart, like what almost happened to Neah.” “Hunters,” he sighs. “A Hunter’s soul doesn’t break.” “How is that even possible?” “It’s the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well,” he shrugs. I look over at his glass. He has only had a tiny bit of brandy and slowly swills the liquid around the glass.

It was as if he would stop breathing at any moment. Fane raised an eyebrow. It seemed like Grayson's tolerance for pain was a little weaker than Rudy's. He had used Destroying the Void to attack the both of them and Destroying the Void had always been a spiritual attack. Even though it had been drastically weakened, it still managed to hurt their souls. Damage to the soul was the hardest thing to withstand. It was not like physical pain that would go numb after a certain level. Spiritual pain was different, the more pain was felt, the more awake the person would be.

I instantly feel the loss of his touch like he took all the warmth from me which leaves a black hole behind, but I’m unable to focus on that when I feel a burning pain take over the abyss I almost fell into. As she is trying to awaken my wolf the burning pain almost feels like something within me being ripped apart, and when I collapse on the ground I see Keen trying to come towards me. 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.

I pull my hand out of Johan's grip and scream the loudest I can. "Stop! " With that, the whole stadium falls silent, and the boys stop firing. All that's is heard, are the weak boy's sobs.

•••• •••• •••• •••• It hurts! It hurts so much. Make it stop hurting, anyone please... Help. "He raped me! My brother raped me and you let him, that's what he did to me, that's what you both did to me." With that Amirah ended the call, switched off her phone and began sobbing. She was shaking as the tears poured down furiously. What did she do to deserve Hajiya as a mother? Such a callous person. Her mother was a beast, she's denied her mother's true nature for as long as she could but now it she couldn't anymore.

Instead of facing it like a man, I chose to run away from both of you. It isn’t what BROTHERS feel. It’s isn’t a BROTHERS THING. It’s not a fucking brotherly relationship." He broke into tears once again. He fell on his knees. He couldn’t speak another word. He had still so much to say. But he was lost of words. He was feeling alone. And now he couldn’t even ask them for a hug. ‘They must be feeling disgusted. They must hate me. Why the hell did I speak it out.’ He was cussing himself. Unaware of his surroundings.

Henry*** The world shatters around me, a cacophony of destruction that echoes through my bones. Everything I’ve ever known is crumbling, slipping through my fingers like sand, and the storm inside me rages with an intensity I can’t control. I am its eye, the center of this chaos, and yet I am powerless to stop it. The darkness surrounds me, pulls at my insides, and all I can do is endure its cold, suffocating grip. The man I was… I can barely remember him. Only fragments remain, scattered like broken glass, and the creature I’ve become is all that’s left.

The glass walls of Rodriguez Enterprises pierce the morning sky like shards of ice, reflecting the chaos of the past week in their pristine surface. From my desk on the top floor, I watch a cleaning crew meticulously scrub away the last traces of police evidence tape from the conference room doors. Their movements are mechanical, practiced—as if erasing the remnants of Friday's violent confrontation is just another mundane task. But some marks can't be wiped clean, like the devastating truth about my mother's past with the Rodriguez empire or the way Alex's hands still tremble slightly when he reaches for his coffee.