Novelas y relatos de Old Souls

Old money empires built on secrets nobody outside knew aside their clique. I dropped the newest folder into its place among the others, while my fingers lingered on the crisp label for just a moment. PROJECT ZENEX. “Let’s see,” I murmured, “if love would survive this one.”

"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."

his left hand dropped and he used his right hand's fingers to hold my chin "you know your eyes are the mirror of your soul? For the world, you are fit and fine but not for me. You know why?" He asked but I didn't answer. "Because they are seeing your outer self but I could read your inner self. If a person has met with an accident or if he is ill then it can be easily seen by the world, people sympathize with him but when the person is broken from inside people are not able to recognize him, even if he is sitting beside them. The person needs the kind of healing which no medicine could ever provide" he explained "this is what happening with you and" he paused "me" he barely whispered the las

-Dylan- he heard his alpha call him -ask Louva to come up- The wolf took the position of soldier accepting a mission and disappeared in a few seconds down the stairs. Sergei watched his friend and although he was happy, he was envious. Not because he was now in delicious agony but because he had found his mate. He was 100 years older than him and although they could live close to 1500 years, he was not sure of finding his soul mate.

“This is preposterous. Do you think that you have a hold on me?” Beckham’s gaze suddenly turned ferocious. Then, an old man about 60 to 70 years old floated out of Beckham’s body within Kayson’s vision. The old man was precisely the soul that occupied Beckham’s body! The soul old man immediately charged at Kayson as soon as he appeared as if he was trying to attack Kayson. “Foolish boy, even if you do manage to see through my existence, can you withstand my soul attack?” The soul old man sneered and threw a punch at Kayson’s head.

I died a premature death and when my soul was beginning to leave the planet, it was in so much pain, that I was stuck in the dirty heaven for a while before they corrected the mistake of shoving my dubious face in this impossible eternal crisis. There are no nights or days; there's a fury circulating every pillar and every chamber. I wonder why they call it chambers and not void. It was a term I could use to summarise this realm. It's hot and cold at the same time. New souls hate the old souls; they're in a competition to fight the inner turmoil before they're moved to be just dead souls and not haunted ones.

She was still lost in her thoughts when she felt a cold hand brush against hers. She shuddered and turned around to see an old woman, hunched over. The old woman was standing with the help of her walking stick. "Please, can you spare some loose change?” the old woman misty voice pleaded. Lara looked around; she was alone on the road. She sighed and handed over the money which she wanted to use to buy herself more beers over to the old lady. “Thank you, for this money you gave me; would you love to make a wish?” the old lady asked.

Their faces were fixed in leering sneers, twisted into expressions no living being could replicate. My blood turned to ice. “They are Vel’sothars. Ancient beings who are the collectors of wandering souls. They bring them past the threshold between the freshly dead and the endless. Like bouncers at a club, it's hard to get past them,” Hera explained with eyes fixed on them. “How nice of Luna Sianna to omit this tiny little detail,” I grumbled, watching them. They settled down a pod between them, and the bond within me moiled. My eyes fastened on nothing but that pod, drawing me in like a beacon.

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

My heart felt like it was twisting inside my chest. “Baby, I'm so sorry this is happening. Whatever you need me to do, I'll do it. I promise I will catch the sick bastard responsible for all this shit.” The image of the old lady on the bridge entered my mind. I still wondered what she had said to Xandra. She answered me on the spot as if she were reading my thoughts. “Umm...the lady from earlier today, whispered something disturbing in my ear. She said, “after the seven, he will rise.”