Lingering Soul Novels & Stories

“Don’t ever leave me. I need you. I want you inside me forever. Please, Mistress… stay with me.” A powerful wave rushed through both of them. Grace came hard, screaming as her pussy clenched tight around the dildo. Her juices ran down her thighs. Her whole body shook violently while she stared at Sabine’s form in the mirror. As the orgasm crashed over her, something changed. Sabine didn’t pull away. Instead, she pushed deeper into Grace’s body and mind. The ghost melted into her completely. Grace felt a rush of cold that quickly turned warm. Their souls locked together.

What James had previously encountered in the Sky City were also lingering souls. These lingering souls were the remaining anguish of the Acmeans that had died in the Ecclesiastical Restricted Zone. Master Mateo had specifically built the Sky City to trap these lingering souls. With the passage of time, the strength of these lingering souls would also weaken. Gradually, they would completely vanish. However, these lingering souls took a long time to disappear. Although they had existed since the Primordial Realm Era, they were as stron

As long as the soul had reached a certain level, it would activate a lightning tribulation. “Congratulations, you’re going to be Immortal!” “Congratulations my a*s, I don’t even have flesh! My soul is just wrapped around my bones. How am I supposed to cross a tribulation like this?” Shirley was so upset that there was not a hint of happiness in her voice.

Pankhuri was astonished at his disappearance. "I wanted to change the flavour of the cake ". Pankhuri just nodded. Their orders arrived after a few minutes. The cake was so tempting that Pankhuri immediately dug her spoon into it. To her utter surprise, a ring came out with the molten chocolate. She couldn't believe it so she looked at Abhi, he nodded in approval, picking the ring Abhi asked the passing waiter to get it clean.

Lives will be changed forever In His sight, in His Unknowable Graces. A fragment from my nightmare floated to the surface . . . You will be remade into His Unknowable image, as shall we all. I remembered the strange way I’d glided down that path in my nightmare. Not shuffling or lurching on twisted legs, but gliding along at a strong, smooth, rhythmical pace. I remembered the faint rhythmical sounds I’d heard, in time with those steps . . . on many feet . . . the CLICKING sounds . . .

She had all but signed him up for death. Quietly getting up from bed she made her way to the window. Head full of morbid thoughts and self loathing she found herself wanting a cigarette. Lighting up she took a long drag allowing the burning smoke to travel down her throat and invade her lungs. The sting allowed her to focus on that alone, it pushed away the thoughts she was trying to surpress. At least it did what it was supposed to until she let it out. That was the problem with passing fancies, they helped in the moment but were so very fleeting. Sighing she closed her eyes and took another drag.

Instead, you dragged me further into the depths of despair, making me suffer from pain so agonizing that no other human could ever bear… "Winter!" "Winnie!" Lost in my thoughts, I suddenly heard people calling my name. I felt incredibly dizzy. I then suddenly realized that I'd somehow gone over to the window, which was dozens of stories above the ground, with my feet dangling in the air…

Her legs wrap around my waist and her hips meet mine in a passionate rhythm. She lets out a soft sob and I look down at her. She wasn't crying because of pain, but of pleasure. I felt it too, the intimate connection between us, a connection I never felt with Jess. I loved her, yes, but this feeling was different. It felt as if my soul was blending with Kelly's, as if it were two pieces of a puzzle coming together. Tears roll down both our cheeks and I kiss her passionately. Her hands grasp at my short hair as she moans through her sobs. Moments later we came in unison and it was the best orgasm I ever had with someone else.

I ask whilst walking back to the first pool to repeat the process. “Yes, more so for the rejected but heartache is only momentary, Lilith.” “I disagree; it stays for a lifetime.” “For some, Lilith. Not for all,” she tells me as we stand before the second pool, where I drop the second human soul to find it’s a wolf. It does so quickly, moving around the edge where it finds a large and overbearing black soul. They do not dance like three before but instead fight. Sparring back and forth derisively before their tendrils deep into each other and they meld in contempt.

They spun slowly to form intricate patterns and pulsed in time with my heartbeat. I murmured with a low but deliberate voice, "Marination of souls." The moment i said that, green power mists gushed out of the ground and spread like liquid smoke. It slithered into the flytraps and wrapped around the trapped soul, constricting them until the souls started screaming. "What are you doing to us!" one of the soul of the dead soldiers cried with his voice echoing through the dark. I didn’t answer. I just continued forming more hand signs faster than I used to. My sleeves fluttered from the spiritual wind building around me.