Neon Souls Novels & Stories

Well, almost empty if not for us: Noah, Lowan, Maura, Cass, the arnis guy, another guy in a butler outfit, a girl in a maid's outfit holding a bow and arrow, a girl with a high ponytail equipped with a sword that looked like a katana, and me. There were three more beasts waiting for us on the yard. I bet the masked cosplayers were holding them off as the arnis dude came for us. The creature that chased us just emerged from the building entrance with an arrow on its head. We were surrounded by four beasts as huge as hippos. I didn't have any choice. I had to de-soul. De-souling is when I materialize my soul so that my body would be an empty vessel for the dark. Most people cannot de-soul so w

That’s why he’s now seeking every possibility that Yuna wasn’t possessed by another soul, but if she does, he hoped it wasn’t a bad entity. He hoped. Omri stayed quiet, remembering how Yuna cried and blabber her pain relating to him. That gave him the hope that the Yuna today was the same Yuna before, but no. Nobody knows the truth. “What did the faculty head said?” Zyair asked another question instead, taking Omri’s silence as a ‘yes’. “The possibility of having the real Yuna was meant to be zero, no matter what.” Omri sadly replied. Souls of the dead in Nevaeh were collected by the sub-pillar of the Death/Darkness pillar. No one could escape that fate, to be confined in the abyss forever.

POV RUBY The bridge of the hunter was a cathedral of frozen time. Outside the glass, the subterranean river rushed by in a silent, obsidian torrent, but inside, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and the terrifying hum of a soul being rewritten. I was on the floor, my knees bruising against the cold metal deck, looking into the eyes of the man I loved. But Nevan wasn’t there. The violet light in his pupils had stabilized into a flat, neon glow that held no warmth, no recognition, and—most terrifyingly—no obsession. The "Binary Soul" was no longer a conversation; it was a dictatorship.

The cosmic voice resonated, "Guardians, the harmony of souls transcends the boundaries of mortal understanding. Your journey will unveil the echoes of souls that resonate with the cosmic symphony." Nebula, appearing as a shimmering guide, spoke with cosmic wisdom, "Sasha, Alec, the astral gateway is a threshold to the echoes of souls across the cosmic expanse. Each soul's melody is a unique note in the grand composition of the universe." Eldric, his astral presence radiant, added, "In the cosmic symphony, every encounter, every emotion, contributes to the harmony of souls. Your connection, forged in mortal realms, finds a resonance here that goes beyond mortal comprehension."

It’s as if my body and mind need reassurance that she’s real. I swallow deeply and take another deep breath. “All Supernatural creatures have a soulmate. The second half of their soul belongs to them. Soulmates are given to us by fate and destiny. Even demons have a soulmate. Depending on what kind of supernatural you are— there are various ways you can tell who your mate is or how you will meet. For example, Nevaeh is a Nephilim and dreamt of Mikhail before she met him. Mikhail is a hybrid, which means he’s half-angel and half-demon. Angels dream of their mates, and demons tend to lose control of their demon selves slowly. Their bodies become more uncontrollable and violent. We’re definitel

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

Within the Nexus, souls found solace and camaraderie, supporting one another in their pursuit of self-realization and providing a nurturing environment for the blossoming of authenticity. The essence of Luna's memoir evolved into a celestial resonance known as the "Luna Essence." This ethereal vibration carried the universal wisdom and transformative energy of authenticity, reverberating through the cosmic fabric and stirring the souls of those who yearned for truth. The Luna Essence became a guiding force, inspiring beings to embrace their true selves, embrace their passions, and radiate their unique light into the universe.

The city blurred past us in streaks of neon and rain. Damian’s foot never left the gas, the SUV weaving through traffic like a bullet. My eyes stayed glued to the live feed on my phone…..; the technician in the white coat standing in front of the cryogenic tank, holding the small vial labeled with Damian’s name and the date of that Vegas night. Ten minutes. That was all we had. “Faster,” I whispered, even though he was already pushing the car to its limit.

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

“When blood moon swallows the dawn’s own fire, A Soul-Forge walks, born of desperate desire. Three lights must merge—the sun, the moon, the spark— To keep the Forge from drowning in the dark. Its power can mend the broken song of old, Or, in a greedy hand, make the world grow cold. A tool of creation, a vessel of theft, On the path it chooses, all futures are left.” The library was silent. The words hung in the dusty air. “A Soul-Forge,” I said. “That’s me. ‘Born of desperate desire.’ My mother’s desire for revenge. My desire to live.” “Sun, moon, and spark,” Neal said. “Noah. Me. You. Three lights.”