My Soul Thirsts For You Novels & Stories

I crawl towards him eager for him to quench the thirst of my curiosity. His smile swiftly disappears as he takes a quick deep breath, eyes widening a fraction whilst he moves backwards putting distance between us. His eyes plunge into the ground frowning deep in thought as though he is unable to comprehend my words. "I do not understand...you are only eight. Still a pup, you-" He begins to mutter to himself beneath his breath. "Phobos?" I question a small impatient whine leaving my lips. "Tell me," I demand. "Yes, you did meet your soul but something has opened up within you, Theia." He replies.

Yes, Josie is definitely my soul mate and I know I am for her as well. I whispered something in her ear. "It's one of my favorite songs when it comes to drama... I find it so expressive!" It was "Say Something" from "A great big World". The really slowest song I know and even like. I'm not that into slow songs, but this one is different and says a lot, so I liked it. Josie smiled at me when I revealed about the song and listened to the lyrics. "So beautiful, but so sad in a way!" she whispered back to me. She laid her head on my chest and I was able to easily lay mine on hers.

She asked with one of her eyebrows raised. Hades felt giddy as he remembered Neith's face and the fact that they'll be working together. "I have to find Tyr."

The glow from the torches cast erotic shadows, my vision is hazy, and my mind is clouded with lust. I gyrate my hips seeking out friction to subdue the craving between my legs. I need to be filled; I need my thirst quenched. “Crimson,” I call out for my mate, craving his touch. Needing only his touch. For a brief second the haze clears from my mind, and it dawns on me what is happening. I am the feast. I am the claiming. It’s not what I want but I’m powerless to stop it. The wine, the music, my heat…

I surrendered to the soothing lull, caught in a delicate dance between reality and the sweet escape of dreams, wondering where this path would ultimately lead us. As my phone buzzed, pulling me from the cocoon of warmth I had drifted into, I shifted, gently moving over Nathan to reach for it. I blinked against the dim light and saw my father’s name on the screen. A sigh escaped my lips, and I answered, bracing myself for the familiar ache his voice always carried. “Hello?” His voice cracked on the other end, slurred with a drunken edge but still unmistakably filled with the weight of sorrow. “Baby… please, come home.”

“They recognize you.” “Not me,” Veyra said. “What I carry.” She glanced at the faint gold still lingering beneath her skin, where the Vein’s mark had burned her. The Choir’s song shifted — now words were forming, fragmented and distorted, but clear enough to grasp. The current remembers. The Soulbound stirs. The cycle breaks. The sound pressed against her skull until her knees almost buckled. She forced herself upright, her voice cutting through the rising resonance. “Where is she?”

“It is blood. And it is the only thing that will quench the thirst that consumes you. Drink, girl, or you will die.” His words were flat, unyielding. No compassion, just brutal fact. My gaze darted between the flask of dark liquid and Lysander’s unreadable face. Die. The word echoed in my mind. Die here, after everything? After surviving Kieran’s rage and Rhys’s betrayal? After running from everything I knew? The thirst was a living thing inside me now, a monster gnawing at my insides. It pulsed, a rhythmic agony. My head throbbed. Every instinct screamed no, but my body was screaming survive.

"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.

blue soul:- it all in your hand, it your life do what you want, your life has only your control, even I can't control your life either god, I believe in you master you will find a right answer for you, I sould sleep now, don't let it overtake your soul, because if your soul hurt than it may cause bad effect on me too. ariel trying to sleep but he starts singing a song, if you just see through my soul, I wonder what will you find, I want to become glass so you can see what I am made of. what you see, my beating heart or pain and suffering. I might be cold to you but I can't see your hope wasted in vain. whenever I gain memories, I still think it is not enough, for you and me I want to become

He kept singing and lifted his head, giving me that deep look that made everything spin. My soul has already lost its way My body doesn't recognize my commands A lifetime to love you I already gave up on escaping I'm out of breath, Little One. Breathless