Painful Soul Novels & Stories

“Something like that. Yes, you took the water that contains that very powerful hallucinogen, but that is not all. You are in the void too. The void that will help you to separate your mind from your body and your soul too.” He explained. “Really?” I can't believe that I'm doing this. “But the pain is still real. I can feel the pain. Why am I feeling the pain?” I asked. “You have given yourself that pain. Like I said, I'm the truth seeker. My job is to prepare you enough to face the separation of the body and soul and spirit. But the limitation is based on what you tell yourself. Like you believed so much that your own brother will stab you at the back with a hot blade for abandoning him, tha

SKY POV I couldn’t take it anymore! This immense pain that continued searing deep inside me day and night, making me feel like my own soul was slowly detaching from my body in the most gruesome way possible; leaving as a ghost shell of my former being, I just couldn’t take it anymore. I was tired of drowning in the lake of my own tears and feeling like nothing but a pile of waste on this earth.

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

, I smiled at him for the last time and closed my eyes As I fell on the ground I can feel the warm liquid coming out of my body. I'm in so much pain, but I was still able to look at him ... For the last time “I’ll m-make you pay. I'll kill all of y-you. I'll make s-sure of t-that. ” This is just the beginning and I won't let this pass like nothing.

“Do you know what hurts most?” I shook my head. “The betrayal of your loved one, the one whom you trust if that person stabs you in the back, was worse than death. A dead person had a place in the afterlife, but a living corpse had nowhere to go. They get stuck in this world, which made it hard to survive among the living.” She laughed and sat on the bed. She wiped her tears with her bare hand and looked at me, smiling.

Like a whisper against fabric. Pain exploded through my chest. Not physical pain. Something deeper. Like someone was pulling pieces of my soul apart with hot knives. I screamed. Couldn't help it. The mate bond flickered. Our connection that had burned so bright just moments ago started to fade.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

He’s offered, and he would never tell me no if I needed him, but I think I need to learn how to be strong on my own. When Adela taps me on my temple with one finger, I smile and re-focus. In one of our first lessons, Adela told me that omegas see the soul a little differently from each other, but there are similarities that we all share. A soul in pain isn’t just red, there’s a… movement to it that’s difficult to describe. It’s as if the hurt and the pain flow outward, drifting away from the soul—like reddish tendrils of spirit. I think if everyone at breakfast could see what Adela and I could, they’d understand what she meant about the salt better.

Note the sarcasm. “I will just reject him. I don’t want or need a mate.” I scoff. Yes, I’m being petulant, but so would you after what I have been through. I can still feel their hands on my naked human form, the stabbing of needles in my spine, the scales being torn from my flesh. My vocal cords being cut. My brain prodded and poked. It all comes back, and it only fuels my rage and need for revenge.

I screamed in pain. It hurts! I felt like I was tearing apart. All I can feel is pain, suffering, fear, loneliness, and most of all, I feel like I am dead and my soul is burning. "Aahhhhhh! It hurts! It hurts! Make it stop, please! Ahhhh! " I shouted again.