Pain In My Soul Novels & Stories

I guess her answer is clear enough is it not ? ' Maybe she doesn't know what mates are ' Cade whines . ' If she didn't know she would have asked . She really doesn't hold back from asking questions , you know . ' Pain should be voluntary . However , it isn't . No matter how much you try to ignore it consciously , no matter how much you convince yourself that you don't care . Your soul knows better and it makes you suffer for it . It makes your heart beat and clench painfully , punishing you for what can never be yours . Perhaps it's meant to be this way . It may be for the best .

Then again, why am I feeling anything but peace? My chest is hurting, my head is aching and my soul . . . my soul seems to be stuck and attached onto my body, still. I can't seem to see anything around me or hear but the pain is all too clear to be a mistake or a dream because the pain is somewhat . . . vivid. There's only thing that I can be sure of. Just one and one only, nothing else needs confirmation. So, Kenna Anne, till death do us part, indeed.

The world spinning around me. My body goes before my mind does, I gag, as though to vomit grasping my mouth with both palms and then break down, the racking sounds of sobbing and the dissolving of my posture. The wrenching pain of someone ripping your very soul from within. His face crumbles and he reaches for me but I slap him away, hard, shoving his chest in anger. I don’t know what to do … What to think, what to say; the pain is so unbearable, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life.

At that moment, Fane's full focus was within his own body. Ever since the spirit refining pill entered his body, Fane felt like his entire body was being engulfed by a strange energy. His soul was screaming out in pain. Fane had read in an old book that the body's pain would never reach the limits because the bodies had their limits. Once the pain reaches a certain level, the pain would go numb. However, pain in the soul was different. There was no limit to the pain he could suffer. It was able to torture a person to death. The pain in the soul was far worse than any physical pain.

and my power comes with a price. The price which I have to pay. The pain coursing through my body is unbearable, a sharp, relentless agony that tears at my very soul. I can feel it—Bryan's pain, now my own—every breath, a struggle, every heartbeat, a reminder of the cost of my power.

"Let's just say pain can be a killer... and a motivator." Just like that, Daemonikai’s good mood soured. After he’d sent her away, the Soulbond had been crueler than anything he’d imagined. He’d known it would be bad, had expected suffering, but the reality was on a whole new level. It was a hollowing hunger in his very soul. Days had blurred into a haze of misery, with him barely functional. Grief was swallowed by something darker—a soul-deep need that clawed at him ruthlessly.

The pain was too much, my eyes wide open as I tried to pull away from him but he held me to him, sinking even deeper until he hit the bone. It was agony, it was the worst pain I had ever felt. It was pain so deep I felt like my soul was tearing apart right inside of me. My spine hurt, my neck in flames. I could not even scream, my throat filled with blood, it coming up and down my mouth. I choked on it, tears streaming down. Nothing could help me, in nothing but horror.

It was a scream born not just of physical torment but of a deeper, soul-wrenching agony that clawed at the very essence of who I was. The pain was like a relentless tide, crashing against the shores of my consciousness, each wave carrying with it a new onslaught of suffering. It felt as though my skull was being crushed in a vice, the pressure building to an unbearable crescendo. My thoughts, once coherent and clear, were now fragmented, shattered into a million pieces by the merciless assault on my mind.

Through his touch and presence, he became a balm for her wounded soul. Faith's cries continued to resonate, a raw expression of her yearning to be free from the ceaseless pain and relentless misery that haunted her existence. Her desperate pleas echoed through the dense foliage, reaching the heavens themselves. In her vulnerability, she laid bare the depth of her sorrow, her fervent desire for an end to the torment that ravaged her every waking moment.

Pain and sorrow joined hands to assault me, their claws like knives raking down my soul. It was too much to bear. I passed out.