Neon Souls Novels & Stories

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

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.

All the while, Lazarus, Peirce, and Node watched from a short distance away. The fading light caught on their torn clothing and dirt-smeared faces, expressions tense and unreadable. Peirce’s arms hung limp at his sides, fists clenching and unclenching. Node shifted uncomfortably, wincing at the pain in his chest. Beside them, Lazarus stood utterly still, eyes narrowed, studying every word and movement like a silent sentinel. Backed by her towering sisters, Luna moved forward like a shadow from legend. She raised her hands toward the little Aurora males—lost sons of a broken lineage—and spoke with the voice of someone who had already seen the end of the world.

Bram, strong and horned with marble veins that flowed like living starlight. Theo, the thoughtful archivist whose presence brought clarity and calm. Nadia, a passionate omega whose energy could awaken joy in the heaviest hearts. The Nexus sang to them of a return to origins. Not as a journey through distance, but as a return to the personal heart of the first bond. They would seek the Whispering Return, the sacred space where the original four souls continued to exist as the quiet foundation of everything. They prepared with open hearts and steady resolve. In the realm of the Song, we felt their call and responded with deep affection.

Eventually, the two halves will become whole… with a single intimate act. Based on a nosey young girl’s questions on the matter, it was found that soulmates could feel each other when in the same vicinity. A beacon, of sorts. This beacon draws them closer until they find each other. This pulsating warmth, that thumps relentlessly in the chest of the pairs,… is an encouraging nudge to follow the bond to their destined mate. This is often used to draw two souls together across distance, but it does not dim after this initial meeting. It grows stronger until one half of the pair can find the other half—no matter where they are. Although this warmth is able to be ignored, the loss of warmth leav

A black string laced into braids and will be connected to a rectangular shaped varnished coconut shell with a width of an inch and half and length of a fourth of an inch. The words carved should be 'lost souls' with a rose at the left side of the other bracelet and right on the other one. He wants two, and that's for her and him. He wanted it tied in a adjustable knots. After finalizing everything, he gave his drawing with the details to the vendor.The guy stared at his drawing. Then after few minutes he put his drawing down. "This design is really plain but very deep. Alright, tomorrow come back here with her. It should be all done tomorrow and you could show her the place," the vendor said

They both sat in the car as Muhammad drove, the only sound was the swishing of the wind and a Lady Antebellum's song playing softly from the car radio. They were headed to an art gallery at ikoyi, it was hidden and a little hard to find for first timers like them, which was why Muhammad had called the number on their website where a lady with a pleasant voice had described it to him and told him to call if he had more questions. Muhammad had a new found interest in art and he was interested in Amirah's opinion in some of the artworks they could get to display in their home. "Why are they called Lady Antebellum when they're a band with two males and a female?" Amirah asked desperate to end th

That silence made it worse. Just as Neon reached the door, he stopped and turned back to us. His eyes didn’t meet Liam’s—they were on me. I was still trapped in Liam’s grip like a goddamn rag doll, trying to keep my face neutral even though my chest was tight and my heart wouldn’t stop racing. “Remember something,” Neon said in a low, unreadable tone. “When you play too much with the game… you end up getting stuck in it.” Then he walked out, shutting the door behind him without another word.

His emotions were now fighting fiercely with the gumiho soul figure from within his body. "Huh!!" groaned of Nevan screamed. His knees started to crumble, but his hands were still holding his head with all his heart and all his mind. However, the echo of Cho Ye Joon's voice is still rampant. Screams in the anguish of the soul continue to haunt Nevan on the side of the road. “You have to look for it,” Cho Ye Joon muttered to himself. "We will become one soon, if you can't get me out of this body," Cho Ye Joon said again.