My Soul Thirsts For You Novels & Stories

“Beg.” The single word comes out as a hiss, the pitless abyss inside of me already whirring to life as my lips draw near that of the boy beneath me. Just the tiniest partition of his lips and the tendrils of his soul will slither from that sultry mouth of his to my own, feeding my insatiable hunger to consume every soul the earth has to offer. Every fiber of my being vibrates in anticipation, knowing I will take my fill of the young tonight.

My body trembled, each breath a struggle, each moment an unbearable weight pressing down on me. “Ya Allah! Ya Allah!" I cried, my pain raw, my soul shattered into a million pieces. "Where are You? Do You see me? Do You hear me?! Answer me!!” “Am I not Your servant, Ya Rabb? Did I not live for You? Did I not strive to walk the straight path, even when my legs trembled and my soul felt hollow? Did I not trust in Your plan, even when I could not see beyond my own sorrow?

Every fucking thing! And then there's my heart, it’s worse than this morning. But it's not just my body that's betraying me - it's my mind, too. Ever since Hades marked and imprinted on me, I've been consumed by an insatiable hunger for him. It's as if my very soul is crying out for his touch, his kiss, his possession. I try to resist, to fight against this all-consuming desire, but it's no use. I'm helpless against the tide of my own longing and every minute feels like a punishment.

I was left to drown in my own desires, each gasp for air only deepening my hunger for him. “Ah, baby… hng, please…!” I moaned, the sound heavy with desperation, my heart pounding as I felt myself slipping further into a blissful abyss. “Please… I can’t take this anymore…” My voice emerged as a broken whisper, a plea that hung in the air, thick with longing. Lost in the moment, I drowned in my need for him. With each heartbeat, I spiraled deeper into the darkness, a realm where only Vale existed, and where his mere presence was enough to make me feel alive.

I began to worship them with my mouth, and she moaned. "I am ready, James. I want you to take me," She said between moans. She was wet as hell, and I was hard. I growled from frustration. I wanted it to be special, but I doubted I could wait any longer.

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

“You have taken him from me.” His hand trembled as he pressed the shield deeper into the soil—not from weakness, but from restraint. From grief. Above them, clouds began to coil unnaturally, forming a spiraling vortex overhead. Lightning traced symbols in the sky no one could read. “Chai… my soul is tired…”

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

I replied this time. " And what exactly is it we want?" " Anything that'll enlighten us more on who these people really are and what they're trying so hard to do." My voice went cold and distant as my thought went to who we're trying to find. This must work out for me to find her at all costs.

“Fuck. You have no fucking idea how badly I want this. You’ve haunted my dreams. I think about touching you, being inside you, and I grow hard with wanting you.” His words caressed over me. I was done with the talking. I wanted him. I reached for the back of his head and held him steady, covering his mouth with my own. I needed him like a wheat field needed rain. I had felt myself wilting when I was away from him. Having him back in my arms made me feel alive, rejuvenated, and I wasn’t about to let him get away.