Lingering Soul Novels & Stories

"What do you mean? Robin's lingering spirit?" "Yes. The attackers always have a lingering spirit after they die. They are almost as dangerous as the attacker. Once the attacker dies, the lingering spirit will take over to accomplish the attacker's task, by possessing someone. The host won't even know about it, as well. I have to find who must have been possessed by the lingering spirit. One thing for certain, is, it can be anyone, around us." Stefan said, staring into mid space, with seriousness.

The sigils of rebirth had been activated too early, too violently. My throat burned. “Liora,” I whispered to the shadows, though she was no longer here. “You shouldn’t have woken yet.” Her presence still lingered in the air — a perfume of moonlight and old storms. I could feel the echo of her touch against my skin, even though she hadn’t touched me. Not yet. When she had risen, her gaze had met mine — and in that look, I saw both salvation and ruin. Because her soul had not fully returned.

She was so shaken up that she felt rather nauseous. “This is your alter-self,” Emerald began to lie, “this is your inner being that is revealing herself to you. She symbolizes your purity and free spirit. She is the light within you and the soul which inhabits you. She has revealed herself to you as a sign of light and love. You need to embrace her and know that she belongs to you, deep within your soul.”

“They recognize you.” “Not me,” Veyra said. “What I carry.” She glanced at the faint gold still lingering beneath her skin, where the Vein’s mark had burned her. The Choir’s song shifted — now words were forming, fragmented and distorted, but clear enough to grasp. The current remembers. The Soulbound stirs. The cycle breaks. The sound pressed against her skull until her knees almost buckled. She forced herself upright, her voice cutting through the rising resonance. “Where is she?”

The teaching of the temple usually talked about the existence of the souls full of hatred that possessed others because of different circumstances, feeding on their life force. “They are called Lingering; in simple terms, they are the left behind of a will full of hatred and vengeance. Their strength usually depended on the degree of emotions felt before death. There is a condition for a Lingering to possess you: it’s that you need to touch them for people like me who can see them and for normal folks, they need to enter a state of resonance with the evil spirit, like a moment when you feel a great hatred and if a Lingering was nearby, it would make you grow angrier and possess your shadow.

Her mother forcibly took her eyes off the necklace she was looking at with admiration. one "Hande, that's beautiful. I never thought about it from your point of view. I wondered how you felt." Hande focused her eyes on the necklace as she held her mother's hand lovingly and smiled. "Maybe I think it's strange. I don't know. I think that those lifeless works have souls. Spirit, heart, language. As for how I feel, it may sound strange to you, but I felt love. The love of the man who made this necklace and the love of the one he loved when he gifted it to his beloved is the deepest part of my heart. I felt it deep inside."

It was the echo of everything she’d lived through, the softness of what came next. A love that lingered. And finally, spoke back

Luc pulls me and stands in front of the altar. He takes both my hands and looks into my eyes, “Lia, this place is normally for the tourists to feel rebirth after going through this darkness. I wanted to travel this path with you. After seeing you in my life, all my darkness have faded, and I was reborn again. Hence, I wanted to have this experience with you. I want to travel all my life in light, darkness, happiness, problems, sick and health with you. I want to grow old with you, sharing all your adventures and enjoyments. I want to live our lives with each other. ” He stops for a moment. My breath hitches when Luc takes a small box and opens to show a beautiful rose gold ring with small di

, " Not in a good way or bad way. You look broken; you look like you've lost your soul like you have a lot of screams bottled up inside of you. So my opinion is that you're just someone who has been wronged and who has been broken" Elora grew quiet, looking away from Libby with her head slightly bowed. " I think you desperately want to live", " You're wrong; I desperately want freedom; my soul indeed feels lost, but it's still drowning in an endless pit of hell. What I want, is to be free ",

The ultimate god. Join him. The voice slithers into my mind. Smooth. Seductive. Hierarch. Amplified by the ritual’s power. You are weak, Lily. Breaking. Let go. Let him bear the burden. He is strong. Made for this. Images flood me – Arthur, uncorrupted, powerful, containing the storm with effortless grace. A lie. A beautiful, poisonous lie. Alpha snarls approval, a predatory rumble vibrating in my chest cavity. Yes. Give him the pack. Give him the hunt. Let him be Alpha of all. Even the fragmented Kin whispers hiss assent. Belong. Belong. Belong. They’re helping him. My own prisoners, betraying me, drawn to his corrupted promise of order, of ultimate containment. The pull intens