Novel & Cerita Pain In My Soul

Allen spoke, with deepest concern shining through his eyes, grasping my hands in between his hands he pressed and tried to a firm what he had mentioned. I was so affected by what happened just some seconds ago, that I was in no state to listen or understand a word. "Are you listening to me." He asked, to reassure, I just nodded not able muster back my energy to utter a word, it is truly said, emotional pain hurts more as compared to physical pain. When we are physically hurt atleast we know where we had suffered a wound, we had pain killers and ointments for it early recovery; but when our soul is hurt the wound is incurable and utmost painful. Nothing feels right, all things seem to deepen

I don’t remember when the world stopped feeling like a world. I only remember the pain. Not the kind that stays in the body — That kind would be merciful. This was soul-pain, the kind you feel in your marrow, in your bloodline, in the ancient part of you that remembers things you never lived. It began as a tug in my chest. A pressure between my ribs. A whisper in the dark. Then it grew teeth. It dug into me. Pulled.

Chapter Fifty Eight (Spencer POV) Pain rips through me, that's what happens when the soul is ripped from the body. For most it lasts the briefest of moments not even registering to the person that it has happened. But for me, because of what I am, who I am, the pain seems never ending. I can feel the soft grass below me vaguely with my eyes clenched closed, my body curled into a ball, my hands clutching at my chest at the memories of how I ended up like this flash through my mind.

The pain in my chest, the longing in my soul… it never went away. I need to find out what really happened. Even if it destroys me.

And for the first time in my life, I felt the kind of pain that could not be screamed out or silenced. The kind of pain that carved itself into your soul forever.

It's as if the weight of the world has settled on my shoulders, making it nearly impossible to find solace or respite from this overwhelming pain. It seems as if someone is trying to rip my soul from my body. And somehow, even in this painful condition, I can hear the faint, conforming voice of someone. I don't know who that person is, but the voice seems to be that of someone very familiar, someone who knows exactly what I'm going through. It's like they understand the depth of my suffering and are offering solace in their words. Maybe, just maybe, this person can provide the relief and distraction I so desperately need. "Mom..." I faintly whisper, tears streaming down my face.

The sight of her, once vibrant and full of life, now devastated and in agony, tore at his soul with an intensity that defied comprehension. The depth of Ameera's pain seeped into his soul, enveloping him in a cloak of despair. He fell to his knees, his hands trembling as he reached out, yearning to offer her solace, to take away her suffering. But the wounds she carried were not just physical—they ran far deeper, etching scars upon her spirit.

His voice rumbled like thunder, breaking through the core of my heart and spreading that kind of pain which leaves the body numb and the lips clamped all over me. His voice echoed in me and appeared like a two-edged sword used to slash not only my skin, but also my spirit and soul. I felt the sharp and overwhelming anguish course through me so badly that I flopped to the ground, groaning as the excruciating pain made it hard for me to scream. My wolf let out a painful howl as she limp and pant in heartbreak. I could feel her sadness, and it added to misery in me.

Searing, white-hot, mental pain. His pure, undiluted life force was like a star being pushed against something that was completely cold. It wasn't a fight between two opposing forces; it was an end. My emptiness shrank back, but his light *burned*. It was a pain that went beyond what my body could understand, a scream from the soul I no longer had. The universe was reminding me of everything I had lost in the most painful way possible.

However, the soulbond wasn't always pleasant, whenever either of us felt either physical or emotional pain, the other would also feel it, and being separated was probably one of the worst pains. I suddenly felt a low stinging pain in my heart, it felt as if my heart was being slowly torn apart, with unimaginable despair. The despair I recognized as not being able to do anything to change or help the situation whatsoever. The despair of helplessness. Funnily enough, it went as soon as it came.