Journey Of Souls Novels & Stories

Having expected an enigmatic silence, Lloyd was startled by the concise answer, almost sending the mug flying as he released it. "That's...not overly helpful," he said awkwardly. "But somewhat comforting. Why are you here?" "I am searching. I lived between worlds. Looking, searching. I could move, but I will not. My reasons are my own, but saving souls is my aim. I have seen too many lost. Do not tell of my presence or thank me. If you do, you will regret it, and you shall nay hear me again.” Lloyd leaned against the damp counter, feeling at ease as he massaged his muscles. Perhaps he was simply losing the feeling in his legs after the strain. It was hard to tell, as so many conflicting emot

“They could not face their trials. They could not let go, or hold on, or choose. They reached their limit, and they dissolved. They became part of the Realm itself.” Eliana looked at the remaining souls. They were so few. So terribly few. “And the others?” “Some transisted,” the guide continued. “They completed their journeys. They found their peace, their answer, their forgiveness. They faced their final truth and moved on.” She stared at the nearest soul—a young woman in modern clothes, her face frozen in an expression of uncertainty, her eyes fixed on a middle distance only she could see. “That’s still not all of them. Thousands are missing. Where are the rest?”

She flinched at the pain. Quickly she adjusted herself when he turned around, sitting straight as if to not get caught. “We just have to wait now,” he said walking over. He sat across from her, his dark eyes finding hers. “Do you believe that souls are reborn?” She asked. “Yes. Why?” “Do those reborn souls have memories of their past life?” “Some do, some don’t.” “Do you?” “No.” “Do you think you are reunited with the same people?” “That is unlikely to happen. We have different journeys and different sins. We move on to different stages. “

Souls whispered their stories, and Alec could sense the intertwining narratives weaving a tapestry of experiences. "Sasha," he said, his voice carrying the weight of countless echoes, "do you hear them? The stories of love, of loss, of dreams that echo through the ages. It's like the very essence of existence is singing to us." Sasha nodded, her eyes reflecting the myriad emotions coursing through the cosmic currents. "Alec, every soul we encounter adds a new note to our journey. It's overwhelming, yet beautiful, like a celestial choir revealing the depths of the universe's heart."

As one’s soul travels space and time Leaving its body tucked behind Return not in the body that is not thine, For it shall lack the endurance and strength to persevere, The ability to show that it is near, The assurance to once again return To its true body, even though it may yearn. Caution o fellow traveler of time and space Caution to remain in the perfect place For to mix and mingle forward and back May cause the soul discernment to lack Then lost be the eternal soul to thee No longer may it roam joyful and free. “Can you explain this to me?” he stammered, “I don’t completely understand.”

They did not realize the significance of these events until it was too late. Sky had finally given birth to a boy, and Krystal had twins. During a playdate, Sky put her son down for a nap. Suddenly, they heard the baby crying through the monitor. Rushing to him, they discovered the twin girl smothering the baby boy, whispering, "She's my mommy, not yours. It's time for you to go away." This incident led them to a realization: the soul had not ascended to heaven or descended to hell but was in limbo, waiting for the right moment to return. Sky explained that her grandmother had assisted them in performing a soul cleansing and a blessing to ensure the baby's rightful soul remained within.

he wished to be cremated and not buried 6 feet under. For 13 days....our house was filled with people..many other people who knew my grand father came to pay respect and gave us their condolences... Ceremonies were held for his soul to rest in peace...for 13 days there were different ceremonies going on... Priest were coming to baptized the house as its said that for 13 days the soul of the departed would not leave the house and it should be christened everyday... I did not want my grand fathers soul to leave me...I know I was being selfish but I was holding myself with the belief that atleast he was here with me...his soul is here with me watching over me.

"We shall begin our journey today, and together, we shall explore the depths of your soul and help you find the answers that lie hidden within." As they walked through the forest, Lyra's senses were heightened by her newfound awareness, every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs resonating within her like the strings of a finely-tuned instrument. The scent of damp earth filled her nostrils, and she felt the cold dew seeping through her shoes as they meandered along a narrow path.

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, story, places and events are products of the author's creativity or are used fictionally. Any similitude to actual events or locales or individuals, living or dead, is totally coincidental. First of all I must appreciate this app for providing me the platform, there I can pen down and I can write my imaginations. I wanted to say, what is in your destiny you will find it anyway. Sometimes things seem against us and against our desires and everything seems out of orbit, but afterwards we realize why was it like that. Everything happens for a reason. We just need to understand and have patience.

Cristian thought that he would go crazy when he saw the inert body of his partner on the floor covered in blood. His body vibrated so painfully that the wolf stepped outside. Tearing at his clothes on the way he ran in the direction of the man who had hurt his wife, his soul mate, his half, the person he had waited so long for. The anger, the pain, the hatred; A mixture of overwhelmed feelings clouded all sanity, leading him into the abyss of revenge.