Painful Soul Novels & Stories

“I don’t have much time left, and I need-“ he coughed again. I couldn’t bear the sight of him pain, I want to ease it, I want to take it away, I want the pain for myself. Tears filled my eyes the more, pain struck at my heart. “Salome!!!!!!” ‘I can’t help okay! His soul is too far gone I’m not even sure of how he’s still alive and talking to you, I can feel he no longer has a heart. Like it was cut away from him but still inside of him!’

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.

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

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.

At first, it was slow and calming, and it makes my blurry sense came to a normal state. But then suddenly, that smooth flow turned fast. Then erratic. I convulsed. I felt my soul was attacked by thousands of needles poking me and bursting every bit of my soul cell. I couldn't even scream a thing with so much pain that I am under. "Actually, I lied. It would be painful. At first, you would feel like there were thousands of needles poking every bit of your cell. Then later you would feel an extreme temperature. It varies from soul to soul. You might feel endless cold or scorching hot like you had visited hell."

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

•••• •••• •••• •••• It hurts! It hurts so much. Make it stop hurting, anyone please... Help. "He raped me! My brother raped me and you let him, that's what he did to me, that's what you both did to me." With that Amirah ended the call, switched off her phone and began sobbing. She was shaking as the tears poured down furiously. What did she do to deserve Hajiya as a mother? Such a callous person. Her mother was a beast, she's denied her mother's true nature for as long as she could but now it she couldn't anymore.

He was no longer just hunting for Brandy; he was hunting for her heart, and he had correctly identified that Emily, Ella, Kenzo and Kelvin were the coordinates of her soul. Outside the room, the muffled sounds of the club's bass line thrummed through the floorboards, but inside Jose’s suite, the silence was a physical weight. Jose took a slow, deliberate sip of his scotch, his eyes never leaving the closed door on the monitor, as if he could see through the wood and stone to the torment inside.

“She had to.” He reached out to grasp the shard — and the memory fought him. Pain seared his arm as the shard pulsed violently, trying to reject him. But Soreth held on, dragging it closer until the pain blurred into clarity. A final image burned behind his eyes: a man kneeling beside the Soulbound woman — his hand on her heart as he whispered something lost to time. And then she disintegrated into light. Soreth staggered back, breath ragged. The shard dissolved, leaving a thin scar of black across his palm — as though it had branded him.

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.