Lingering Soul Novels & Stories

“And something deeper than just the sire bond.” Lilith’s heart pounded, waiting. “Mate,” Ingrid continued. That word felt different to Lilith now. It felt heavier and also more inescapable. Ingrid exhaled slowly, looking sympathetic. “That is what has drawn your soul to go back, Lilith. That is what binds your soul even tighter, preventing it from leaving this world entirely.” Ingrid continued softly. Lilith sat stiffly, as if everything Ingrid had said was a slap to her very consciousness. Everything Lilith knew about herself, about her life and her death, was beginning to crack.

"Come on. That old hag smells like mothballs. She doesn't hold a candle to you!" Tears blurred my vision and dripped onto my hand. I wiped them away, steadied myself, and took out my phone to take photos of the messages.

We complete each other, yet we are incomplete. Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be there for each other, I promise to remember every word, every feeling, and every smile of yours.

The challenge had barely left my lips when the silence of the Soul Altar finally took its bite. It wasn't the silence of peace; it was a hum so high it vibrated through my teeth—the collective wail of a thousand years of ghosts trapped in the focus-glass pillars surrounding us.

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

I let her drift through the halls like a ghost, haunting the house but never belonging to it. I told myself I didn’t care. I told myself it didn’t matter. I told myself she was nothing.

The echo of harm that ripples outward even at death. When I take it, the pain is instant. My tattoos ignite. Not their usual slow burn, but a furious, living red that crawls across my skin as if the evil itself wants to be seen. The marks coil down my arms, over my ribs, up my throat, vivid and angry. The soul resists, not with strength, but with malice that lingers even at the threshold of its end. I carry it through anyway, absorbing what must not return to the living world.

“What clue? “ Williams smiled “ Think about it, these deaths could be possible caused by anything or anyone, it could be an organization, a cult or even a single entity but there is a factor been have to look at, these deaths happens all over the world at almost the same period of time, that means there must be something, maybe an instrument that is been used to immediately kill people in a large scale, and I was able to find something interesting “ “What? “ “ Linghun xipan or rather, soul suckers” Lucy eyes widened ‘ Just how much does he know’ “ A soul sucker is an instrument ,just like the name implies, used for sucking souls. I also discovered something very interesting, a soul sucker co

Lyra left the herb room with the spray tucked deep in her jacket pocket, the cold scent of frost leaf still clinging to her skin. The morning air outside the hospital felt sharper than usual, as if the world itself had shifted while she was gone. Maybe it had. Maybe everything had. She walked slowly across the training grounds, her steps careful, her breath steady. The Soul bind pulsed faintly beneath her ribs, a soft, warm thrum that didn’t belong to her alone. It was subtle, but constant, like a second heartbeat echoing through her chest. Every few breaths, she felt a faint tug, a shift, a warmth that wasn’t hers.

She remained stoic on the outside when all she could think about was the complete and utter agony that she felt on the inside. The minutes dragged on… The closer to death she was getting. She had already did this song and dance before. It felt like her soul was being detached from her body. Coldness seeped into her bones, tissues, and bloodstream. Her eyes closed, and everything faded away. Her soul was hovering above her body, and she knew that she would have to pull the two together again unless she wanted to be stuck in limbo for eternity, never finding peace. I leaned over her face and placed my lips against hers, removing what I could from her.