Neon Souls Novels & Stories

After walking me home, I watched as the boy disappeared into the night, his thin clothes offering little protection against the biting winter cold. The streetlights stretched his fragile silhouette into the distance. Seeing him like that solidified my resolve—if I ever returned to my own body, I would find a way to sponsor him and transfer Madeline to a new school. When I reached my mother-in-law's house, I unlocked the door with my key. My son, Dennis was inside playing with his toys. Hearing the door open, he shouted, "Grandma, Madeline’s back!"

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.

Behind her came the rest of our usual crew—Axel, whose massive frame looked ridiculous squeezed into his bright yellow racing suit; Luna, the only other woman brave enough to compete in this testosterone-fueled world; and Dash, whose nickname was earned by his complete inability to drive anything slower than terrifying. "Miss me?" I asked, pulling off my driving gloves with a flourish. "Like a heart attack," Violet grinned, pulling me into a fierce hug. "Though I have to say, you're looking particularly dangerous tonight. New outfit?" "New attitude," I replied, letting my smirk speak for itself. Axel whistled low. "Remind me never to piss you off. You look like you could kill someone with a

But tonight, none of that mattered. As I went closer to the bar, my fears kept pulling me back, but no! I grabbed the bottle. "Johnny Walker," the label read. With a twisted grin, I uncapped it and placed it against my lips. I didn’t sip. I gulped. I kept drinking until a sharp pain tore through my chest. I gasped, pressing a hand against my ribs. But then, I laughed again—because Michael Finsch was a disgusting bastard, and I was an even bigger fool.

one The young man's cold voice rang in the room, while the cold breeze of autumn was much warmer and warmer than his voice. He had already slammed the door and left without his mother needing to speak to his father. While Nevra and Altan looked after their son with sad eyes, Altan turned his full eyes to the window next to his bed: one

I pulled at Aeon’s arm and tried to make him look at me as I stand in front of him, “What is it that he’s going trade, Aeon? Why does he need to trade?” “His soul; Caelum is going to trade his soul.” Aeon whispered, his voice breaking as he continued, “He’s got two souls, you know? Caelum thinks that if the nectar and ambrosia did not work – the only possible way he could do is to risked it – that is why he is going to trade his soul.” Aeon audibly sighs as though it pains him to tell me the reason behind Caelum’s disappearance.

Mates found each other’s blood to taste like ambrosia because everything was meant to call out to their mate, that included. I raised an eyebrow once she opened her eyes, and the blush was immediate. ‘There’s a reason why certain species consume pure souls. Purity gives them a taste that is almost like a drug. Trust me that the souls that you purified and became yours taste delicious,’ she explained, licking her lips. I groaned because now I was turned on and time was of the essence so we would just have to put it on the backburner for now. I would reward my mate with a mind-blowing fuckfest once we were successful with this.

Cristian thought that he would go crazy when he saw the inert body of his partner on the floor covered in blood. His body vibrated so painfully that the wolf stepped outside. Tearing at his clothes on the way he ran in the direction of the man who had hurt his wife, his soul mate, his half, the person he had waited so long for. The anger, the pain, the hatred; A mixture of overwhelmed feelings clouded all sanity, leading him into the abyss of revenge.

Just with a ring, a male voice answered and Hansel immediately ordered. " I'll send you a picture, get rid of her without a trace and i'll take care of the rest. She just left the campus" '' Noted sir, i'll be waiting" The voice answered and the line suddenly went dead. Hansel swiftly scrolled through the phone for a while and spontaneously stopped, clicking on an image of a young 18years old; ebony black curry haired girl whose complexion was of neutral sand undertone with hooded eyes which was sky blue in colour and of round face shape and about 5.4ft. Finally laying hold of his target, he pressed the send command after which he continued his walk to his destination.

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it