Novel & Cerita Old Soul Books

And soon after collecting the book we came to know about the fact that the book used to show The Reader its life through it but the most surprising and shocking facts for us was that the book in each and every story was totally different from the other copy and while we investigated we came to know that each book used to represent the life of its readers in the dark way which started affecting their Minds and hence they all come started committing suicide one by one But one fine day something happened which we weren't expecting when an old woman entered inside the office building and soon inside the office room where I was sitting along with the CEO of the company, and we both were discussin

I have researched over one hundred sites to try and find a little clue, but all we keep getting is 'True sole will see only' Like what the f*ck, we have no time for Yoda shit, the only true sole in our group I can think would be Macey becuase she's an Angel so hers souls 'true' or whatever shit they say. Everyone was busy sitting in Parkers library looking through the computers, through books but to no evail we found shit. I have been reading this old dusty book for about an hour now, I groaned and gave up on the book, I got up and went to go put the book back, but when I was about to put the book in the slot I saw a little door.

I say when Lycaon chuckles. “He is talking to you, isn’t he?” he asks, and I nod my head. “This is good, Selene call Odessa. She will help with this.” I look at Selene and she groans. Apparently, Odessa is a friend of Asteria’s. She is an oracle and has power. Her power can apparently bring my Lycan forward. If that is even possible. “No need to call me. I’m already here.” I turn and see a woman with dark skin and long silver hair. Golden tattoos on her exposed skin. Her eyes are silver.

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

Mostly occupied with his medical books. His shields, medals, awards all placed on the shelf above fire place. He had a whole wall decorated with twinkle lights on a string with their pictures clipped to it. From being kids till now. He had saved all memories of them. Daniel was looking at those pictures and smiling. He could still recall all memories associated with every picture. He was being nostalgic. He was about to say something when he heard a SPLASH....

- I can't believe Julius Caesar did this to his own priestess," Augustus knelt down beside Soraia who was already standing there as horrified as he was. - I was more than a priestess, but that didn't matter. Now listen to me," he asked, and they nodded. - Soraia, take the book," he said as he pointed his scrawny, trembling hand to the book that was still on the floor, and Soraia did so, "this book is the oldest of all. In it are all the ancient weapons that can assassinate any creature of darkness," those present widened their eyes. Creature killers? - wondered Sheila, who was also there. After all, she was 'experienced' not to say old and hadn't heard such things in a long time.

I come up to a section of history books, and pick out the oldest one. There are round tables and cushioned chairs arranged on the other side of the library, but I lean against the shelf, balancing the book in my hands. The faded ink letters, and the smell of old paper fill my senses, calming in a strange way. It’s about the moon goddess, I realize after reading the contents table. I flip through the pages, coming to the part of soulmates.

Eleanor Voss Mercer, twenty-seven years old and alone with a choice and the quiet stubborn discipline to make it cleanly and live it completely. She thought about what it had cost her. She thought about what it had built. She fell asleep thinking about it and did not dream and when the morning came grey and soft through his windows she lay for a moment in the specific peace of a body that had been thoroughly and lovingly used and a mind that had processed something enormous and arrived on the other side of it intact. Dominic was already up. She could hear him in the kitchen. She lay for a moment longer. Then her phone buzzed on the bedside table.

His eyes turned toward Olivia, who was stepping out of the kitchen carrying a birthday cake that read Happy Birthday, Niko! Inside the house, Joe was busy organizing a fresh stack of books that had just arrived from the printer. On the cover, bold letters read: Voice from the Darkness – A Story of Hope and Love in the Storm. The book had become a symbol of their journey—a testimony to love, pain, and healing that wasn’t always smooth, but always real. Joe’s eyes welled up as he stared at the cover. On the dedication page, he had written: > For those who were once lost in the dark… may you find the voice to come back.

"By the way, Senior, there's one more thing I want to ask you." "You want to ask about the Soul-Breaking Pill, don't you?" The old man chuckled. Samuel said, "Yes." The old man patted Samuel on the shoulder. "You'll understand everything when it's time. Remember, do what you want." As soon as he finished speaking, the old man suddenly disappeared in front of Samuel. Then, the whole world began to shake violently again. At this time, in the sky, the old man's voice rose from somewhere, "Child, remember, the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book is the best place for you to cultivate."