Lingering Soul Novels & Stories

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

No ordinary subordinate could contain even the smallest trace of godhood. That alone was enough. Good. Then it was decided. Brilliant. Patterns resembling delicate moth wings surfaced across my skin before peeling away in drifting strands of light. One by one, they rose into the air, then descended upon the dormant soul, settling over it like a sacred script being inscribed onto reality itself. A luminous halo blossomed outward, enclosing the soul. Within that radiance, it began to stir, trembling as it drew the surrounding essence toward itself, as though calling it home. Matter condensed, rearranged, and unfolded, slowly weaving flesh and bone around the returning spirit.

"He’s a mess, and he smells like a grave, but he’s alive. That’s more than most people get in this valley." "He doesn't have a soul, Runa," I choked out, the tears finally breaking through. "The Council... they didn't just break him. They emptied him." "Then we'll fill him back up," Sola said, her voice unusually firm. She reached into her pouch and pulled out a small, dried flower—a lavender sprig from the Deep Woods. "Our people have stories of the Hollowed. They say the soul doesn't leave; it just hides in the deepest shadows where the pain can’t reach it. We just have to go in and find it."

Afterall, commanding shadows demanded an enduring soul, which did not come naturally, even for a Krane. It could be likened to being pulled apart from the inside. Those that grappled for their souls would feel as though they were a doll being ripped apart at the seams. Each tie to your body snapping like a thread, breaking slowly and agonizingly until you either relinquished it or conquered the other party. Even after the pain from the struggle eventually subsided, you would suffer the severe whiplash of having your soul abruptly reenter into your body for days afterward.

Why did I wait for so long to do this? This isn’t merely the coming together of our bodies, driven by loneliness and desperation. I can feel her soul, her lifeforce, already tinged with my own, dancing with mine, twining together irrevocably. I can feel the mate-bond sealing us into something unbreakable.

Levy walked out of the lodge closing the door behind her as she watched the echo of Lily walk out of the lodge. A soul hunter in exchange for a bit of the person whose soul they were finding would create another existence similar to that of the person who has lost their soul, and this alternative existence was called echo.

His throat was on fire. And his jeans were getting so painfully tight. It was like he couldn’t breathe. And Carson didn’t stop at it. He tossed the pants aside, and moved to the remote control turning the music system on. Nobody realized when he had attached his mobile phone to it. Because playlist neither belonged to Russell nor Daniel and the songs were so freakily insanely sexy. The couch was placed near the other wall facing mirror. A whole wall size mirror. It was kind of old style. Single sided arm rest. Wide for two people.

Pools of ancient water mirrored the half-lit sky, rippling with the breath of something watching. Blotted out—not like the eye of a god, but like the soul of a star turning away. A celestial truth folding inward. As if the universe itself dared not watch what came next. And in that vast, holy shadow, Sniffia arched. Not in pain. In release.

Some people even thought it replicated the actual Hell. Ruax planned to trap Hade in the stone. This way he could live another 150 years in this body without being put away in a dormancy. It was a curse that whenever the Alpha of the old soul had a child, the wolf would be put to dormancy within the child. The Alpha, on the other hand, would gain another newer soul in it’s stead. It ensured that the old souls would not be able to cause such chaos. It was a kind of safety lock for the amount of time an ancient wolf can surface.