More Than A Body Novels & Stories

She eats so much and she is still active and full of strength. I was fat when I was a teenager and throughout these years, I've worked on myself and after finally getting these perfect abs, muscle and totally perfect body, my lovely mate decides to overfeed me. Oh my! “Thank goodness." I say, exhaling a breath of relief as our "never ending” shopping comes to an end. After paying for the things we bought, I pack them into the booth before opening the door for Kaidaira.

Mating ceremony. The words struck Silas like a physical blow. He stood in the Healing House, the tin of burn salve clutched in his fist, his mind suddenly blank as fresh snow. Amara—his Amara, the shadow that had trailed his steps for four winters, silent and warm—was going to take another’s mark? Bind her soul to another’s under the Blood Oak? A strange hollowness opened in his chest. He couldn’t name the sensation. Relief, perhaps, that the persistent ache of her presence would finally cease. Or was it something sharper, something that tasted like blood and loss?

A human body was very fragile dan he would be death if someone stabbed him right now. Human body was the most easiest vessel to be discarded. He will be killed very easily and have to find another body again and it is a pain in the ass when he doesn't have enough strength to do that in hassle. No, it was too much for him to deal with at the moment.

God. His body wasn’t the kind carved by vanity or hours in the gym mirror. No. It was something raw, lean, cut, and powerful. Like a beast forged by survival, not aesthetics. Broad shoulders, hard chest, taut abdomen that flexed slightly as he moved. Every inch of him screamed control, danger, dominance. And my knees become useless. I almost stumbled right then and there. My brain was trying to keep me upright, but my body remembered too much.

Their bodies acted as spiritual tools, relying on their physical forms for attack and defense, which contrasted with Adrian’s philosophy. Adrian believed that the body was merely a vessel. From his understanding of the laws, the soul was the core, and the body was just a carrier that could be replaced at any time. Excessive focus on physical training was seen as self-limiting, ultimately forming a constraint on one’s true potential.

Litcherfield was a small town and she knew the town’s rich and famous celebrities, and he was certainly not from around these parts. As if he could sense her hesitation, he observed wryly, “Your lips as beautiful as they are, are turning blue. Perhaps we should wait and see what other body parts follow suit? Maybe your fingers and toes?” Amber blushes red in embarrassment and hurries into the car to join him.

What I feel instead is quieter and deeper, a certainty that what we shared did not require explanation, justification, or repayment. Her presence never asked me to become less. It asked nothing at all. That is what astonishes me. I draw a slow breath and become aware of myself in a way that feels unfamiliar. Not as function. Not as obligation. But as something that exists without being measured. The quiet inside me is not absence. It is permission. I have understood bodies since the beginning of humanity. From the first moment mortals reached for one another without shame or ritual, I understood what flesh did. Sensation was never unknown to me. It was observed, cataloged, and released.

I looked like a pretty ghost that everyone sees in the movies. I tried to touch the mirror in front of me but I failed. Just like what I experienced when I tried to touch my own body, my hand just passed through the mirror. So this is what it feels like to be fucking invisible. "You must remember that the soul is the most powerful part of a man. The human body is only a vessel of the soul." I remember what Kairos has said to me. According to him, even if I was not with my own body, it's possible for me to be able to touch things. But it would require great concentration.

"Understand that the divine elements were also contained in a divine body." "What do you mean by a divine body?" I interrupted Avo, but I was just not able to imagine what he meant. "There we go again with the Curious Case of Omerta Romano!" Giovanni and Set snickered at Draco’s comment. "Ok, let’s imagine a nuclear facility vs. a normal room, so the divine immortal body would be your nuclear facility, while the feeble human body would be a regular brick-and-mortar room. A nuclear facility will be protected by a blast from the outside, as well as from the inside, a regular room is a different case altogether."

And when I move, lifting my hands to look at them, the hands move. But it’s also not my body – or at least not as I’ve seen it before. Instead, this body is…transparent? I don’t know how to describe it, but I can see through it, almost, to the stuff within. And instead of being filled with muscles and organs and sinew it’s… Well, it’s glowing. Inside of this body is what looks like a well of sunlight, glowing and sparkling and shining out from within. A bright, happy, rich well of life and joy.