Mind Body Soul Books Novels & Stories

“Let’s do it.” Her ghostly form shimmered slightly as she gestured toward the book. “That’s the first step,” she said, her eyes locked on the leather-bound pages. “It's the basics but essential to understand what’s inside of you, know the power flows through your body.” she waved for me to step closer. I hesitated for a second, then walked over and grabbed the book, when I touched it, the pages shifted on their own. They flipped rapidly, as if searching for something, until they stopped on a detailed diagram of the human body.

As if the hell I went through was just a nightmare. But it wasn't. I stopped in front of a window near the auction hall and looked at my hands. My fingers weren't broken like just a few moments ago, and my wrists' bones didn't pierce my white skin due to being twisted. My kneecaps were alright too. The physical pain was no longer here. But I felt it deep down inside me, stamped in my bones, brain and soul. I might look fine, but I still felt how my tormentor disfigured my body, making me scream until I lost my voice, how it hurt until I begged for my death, how my heart beat rapidly and how breathing was misery.

At that moment, Fane's full focus was within his own body. Ever since the spirit refining pill entered his body, Fane felt like his entire body was being engulfed by a strange energy. His soul was screaming out in pain. Fane had read in an old book that the body's pain would never reach the limits because the bodies had their limits. Once the pain reaches a certain level, the pain would go numb. However, pain in the soul was different. There was no limit to the pain he could suffer. It was able to torture a person to death. The pain in the soul was far worse than any physical pain.

Life has come Bonds have been made Mysteries abound Miracles are laid Science is Magic Souls do Love Good can’t change Evil is Lurking The Worlds Changing Two came in Now Two must leave Balance must have Harmony Hate is Coming

"Fifty days. That's your time left." I couldn't believe ten days had already passed. "I know. I know. I'm trying to do my best, okay?" "Just a reminder, Cresia, stop touching physical things too often." I remembered what he said earlier. "So, souls have energy, too?" “Of course. Just like the human body, the soul also has energy. And you're wasting yours by touching too many things…" How many times did I touch Caren last night? I lost count. “Fine. How do I get my wasted energy back?” I asked him.

It pulsed in rhythm with the lines on our skin. "I need to study these," I said. "Study them how?" I had some old books in my pack. Ancient texts about bonds and magic. Maybe they'd have answers. I found the books. Spread them out by the fire. The men watched as I flipped through pages. Looking for anything similar. "Here," I said finally. A chapter on soul bonds. With illustrations that looked almost like our marks. "What does it say?" Kael asked. I read out loud. "Soul bonds create physical manifestations when power levels exceed normal parameters."

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

“Um, you know soul and body are two different things. Body’s like a cloth for the soul.” His furrow deepened as he heard her. She really told him something he never learnt. It was new. “We all know that the… longing of the body goes according to the instructions of the mind. Whatever pleases the mind, the body will work tirelessly to get it right. Like…” “Your body longs for my touch?” He completed for her as he found her fidgeting with words.

"You made it possible. You believed me when no one else did. You supported me. You became my mother." "You taught me something crucial. Something I needed to learn. We are more than our bodies. More than our faces. More than what we look like. Soul matters. Spirit matters. Who we are inside matters. Raven's body died on that bridge. You brought it back. Made it house Rachel's soul. Proved we're not our bodies. We're our souls. That's everything." "You believe in souls now. You didn't before."

"Every part of you belongs to me. Your body, your mind, your soul. I own all of it." "Yes," I gasped, and I meant it completely. In that moment, the distinction between surrender and choice became meaningless. I was choosing to belong to him, and that choice was more powerful than any coercion could ever be. He moved within me with increasing urgency, and I felt my entire consciousness begin to fragment. The present moment blurred with overlapping memories from past lifetimes. I saw myself in his arms across centuries, in different rooms, different eras, different bodies but always with the same burning need to merge completely with him.