Hurting Souls Novels & Stories

and I wanted nothing to do with that man. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks, but I didn’t even bother wiping them away. What was the point? They would only be replaced by more. My breathing became uneven as I dragged in a deep breath, feeling the pain in my lungs. Everything hurt. It hurt so fucking bad. And it wasn’t even my body that hurt, it was my soul. It felt as though someone had reached inside my chest and ripped everything apart, leaving nothing behind. I took one small step closer to the edge, looking down as the city continued moving beneath me.

Hopefully, so that they won't be involved. My whole body is also very sore. I felt like dying. Funny, but Gabriel didn’t even touch me to begin with yet I felt my whole body burning like hell. I just heard him flicking his hands a lot of times giving me pain, breaking my bones, and tearing my soul apart though I am not sure about having a soul, just metaphor. It went and went until I got tired, and he got tired too, because of frustration. Cassy still didn’t appear. Well, I like it that way. I don’t want her to see me like this nor I don’t want Gabriel hurting her.

another voice barked at me and this one scared the shit out of me. I don't have a body so I have no idea what scares me exactly but this shit is scary. I wonder what it feels Like for the soul to get hurt. What scares the soul? Where will the soul run to in times of trouble? I am just a soul stuck in a hollow room with no chance of getting out. I don't understand it. Am I dead or alive?

Their bodies slowly shut down from the pain of losing the other half of their souls, something that destroyed a person. One woman fought for an entire week, enduring seven days of pure agony while the healers did everything they could just to keep her comfortable. Storm tried desperately to fix the damage, but nothing worked. In the end, we were completely helpless, left with nothing to do but hold her hand as she faded away. That was the loss that stayed with Storm the deepest.

The fact that a trainee was sent to get help meant that the Alpha is seriously injured. "Where are they?" The Beta asks. The sound of urgency in his voice is bright and clear. I train my hearing onto the two considering I would need to figure out the way home. No one wanted to deal with Soulless. Soulless was what the werewolf community called wolves who have lost their mind. Their eyes were bloodthirsty and dull as if they no longer had a soul left in their body. They were wolves who had lost their soulmate either in a tragic accident or through rejection, or they were kicked out of their pack. In the end, they become rogues and lose their humanity until they are nothing but rabid beasts wh

This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most. I turned my attention to the soul who was already whaling in desperate pain. The black stick substance looked like it was sucking on something. That was when I saw that the substance had created a heart and merged it to the soul only to suck it down so the soul would feel the agony of hurt and human pains. I don't know but I kinda liked what was happening and I could feel myself changing into demon form again. The same demon form which pain had turned me into in my room.

It was the growl of a wounded wolf taking his last breaths. Once I was alone, I lost all control. I squeezed my fists until my knuckles turned white. Then I hit the desk with all my strength. It smashed into tiny pieces. I did not stop. I started breaking everything my hands could reach. The sound of breaking glass and mirrors filled the room. Shards of crystal flew like silver arrows and cut my skin. But I felt no physical pain. The pain in my soul was much more deadly.

I knew she was being tortured; the nightmares were proof of that, if nothing else. Earlier tonight, I was jolted awake by another one of those dreams. In it, I had stormed into a room, seeing Serenity strapped to a cold metal table, surrounded by men in lab coats. Her body was marred by injuries, and her eyes were filled with pain and a plea for help. I reached out for her, but the dream had ended abruptly, leaving me drenched in sweat and filled with helpless rage.

It literally made me weep. The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.

Ahhh! His blood-curdling screams filled the air. It wasn't just hands around his throat. Other vengeful spirits were tearing into him too. It looked like they were ripping at his body, but they were actually shredding his soul. They were literally tearing his soul apart. If someone could endure the pain and survive, they'd spend eternity missing pieces of their soul, wandering around like an idiot. There was no way they could keep any of their arcane powers. Quinlan clutched his head in agony, rolling around on the floor like a madman. Nobody could stand that kind of pain when their soul was being torn apart. Within moments, he'd completely lost his mind, his whole body shaking as he screame