Lingering Soul Novels & Stories

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

It was as if their presence had woven itself into the fabric of his being, leaving him unable to escape their allure. The night had been sleepless for Adam as he grappled with the enigmas of Ayana and Lyana. He couldn't fathom why they had such a profound effect on him, especially considering he had not fathered Lyana. Yet there was something about them—something ethereal and irresistible—that drew him in like a moth to a flame. Their souls seemed to intertwine with his, creating a connection that defied logic and reason.

Only a few. But I see potential in one soul. A woman. I have, ever since her first incarnation. And back then, her name was...Drina. And unfortunately, like most inspirational stories, hers started in the darkest of all places. Drina was a tortured soul in her first life. A life, which has come to shape her soul now. Where are we in incarnation thirteen you ask? Well, let me show you... Xandra Kallan

A spirit wolf's blood on the mirror would seal an anguished soul’s fate into an endless loop, and before I could fully comprehend the gravity of my actions—or before Arion could stop me—I had already fed the mirror my blood. In that singular moment, everything shifted; what followed became a creation of my own delusion. My deepest desires began to manifest within this endless loop as Virgil's soul and my spirit got sucked into the void that is the mirror of Eternity, shaping worlds and visions of what I longed for the most. Now, in this limbo, I am bound forever, trapped in a reality of my making. If I were ever forced to leave it behind, everything I had built in this limbo would dissolve t

Lorey stubbornly said and continued to convince him to abandon the unknown soul that’s residing in her sister’s body “can’t do that! What will happen to my sister when her body died?” he asked the soul but she, also, didn’t know the answer “Just – when we arrive in the island. Be careful! Lich is also there… so many ghouls are there! Even if you can’t find my body, you must escape okay? You can’t die! Hear me? You must live!” the soul keep on repeating her point and circling around that will make some people dizzy. Of course, no one can see her that's why she's like that

“Did you think a few miles and a Sovereign’s protection would break our bond? I can hear your soul screaming from across the room.” “It’s not screaming for you, Zilo. It’s screaming for a reason to stop holding back,” Sofia said, her voice steady despite the roar of the hunger in her gut. She felt the Mark flare, a burning coal against her heart. The Curse of Longing tugged at her, a magnetic force trying to pull her into Zilo’s orbit. She leaned into Phuwin’s arm, using his cold, stagnant energy as a grounded wire.

“She says she’s always been with you, Mom. Since you were born. When they split you at birth, they tried to lock her away. But she was too strong.” I felt the weight of the words before they finished settling. My knees weakened. “She’s not just mine,” I whispered. “She’s me.” “No,” Lila said. “She’s what’s left over from you. The part they never let become.” Kael reached for me, his hand warm against my lower back. “You’re shaking.” “I’m remembering.” I turned to Eliah. “Is this possible? That something followed me, not just Lila?” She nodded. “Splintering the soul isn’t always clean. Sometimes fragments try to live their own lives. Some become echoes. Others become doors.”

I keep banging and banging for what feels like hours when I give up and give in to sleep. When I wake. I try to open the mind link, but I can’t. I must have been a long time. Or the shackles are made with something that can block my linking capabilities. Either way, I am doing this for my people. I have their blood on my hands more than the humans do. I failed them again. This is for the best.

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.

They stopped on her chest, where her blouse strained over her full breasts, then lower, to her hips under the skirt. "You have my word. But I need something back. Freedom ain't free. What I need isn't something you can't give me. Soul binding... Your soul keeps me solid here; mine guards you from the dark shit." Soul binding? Lydia's brain spun. She'd read about it—deep stuff, where two essences mix until you can't tell them apart. It was very intimate, scary. "What does that... mean exactly?" Her voice came out small, but her body lied. Her nipples poked hard against her shirt, and a warm wetness grew between her legs, soaking her panties.