Painful Soul Novels & Stories

We complete each other, yet we are incomplete. Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be there for each other, I promise to remember every word, every feeling, and every smile of yours.

Because eventually, after carrying too much pain. the soul stops shutting down out of hatred for love. It shuts down out of exhaustion from surviving it.

And the pain… it reached every single part of my body, of my soul. I've never felt anything like that in my life. It was like the pain of shifting but not fully shifting, combined with the pain of a rejected mate bond. No, it was worse than those two combined. This pain was indescribable; it was killing me. My whole body was on fire and on pins. My wolf mirrored my pain, so there was no solace, nothing at all to alleviate my pain. Then the whispers started: “Is she running mad?” “The pain of the divorce must be turning her rogue.”

I muttered with a hardly discernible voice. "You don't have to apologise," she said softly as she sat down next to where I lay. "I know you're sad and heartbroken and all you want to do is cry and hope the pain will go away but my darling,we both know life doesn't work that way,crying won't help in healing this, it will only make your eyes hurt and give you a really bad headache”, Her hand found mine, her touch light but forceful.

She was his fiance for almost a decade does the relationship seem no value to him? As she lay in bed, the memories flooded back - the fear, the pain, the violation. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to claw her way back to the surface. And the worst part was the lack of remorse in his eyes, the callous indifference to her suffering. It was as if he had no soul, no humanity left within him.

You won’t be able to even imagine the pain if you have never lost a limb. The rejection tears. It tears apart something that should not be apart. It leaves one bleeding, hurting, and itching for all their conscious time, as well as in their sleep. It’s like your flesh is cut open, and left open in the air, and unlike a physical wound, you can’t faint due to blood loss. You will always feel that something is broken in you, and you have no way to heal it. It’s hard to understand the concept of one’s soul being complete by itself, is also complete when it’s combined in the most intimate way with someone else’s soul, while keeping its own completeness.

The pain her heart and soul was feeling. Some things break but don't make a sound. Like her soul shattered into pieces but no one heard it. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart. 

Jimmie’s Pov Pain surged through me like a flood, not the kind that tears flesh or cracks bone, no. This pain was crueller, deeper… crafted. It was the kind you feel in your soul, when the world no longer sees you as a person but a thing. A thing to cage. A thing to break.

"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.

Fane could immediately tell what the two of them were thinking, "Let me say this again. I've got no time to waste on the two of you. If the two of you insist on being stubborn, then I'll just grant you what you asked for. However, once you exhaust my patience, the price you pay will be ten times worse. "You probably don't know how it feels to have your souls slowly being ripped apart. If you don't do what I want, then you'll experience it very soon." When he said that, the two of them started to panic. The pain of one's soul being ripped apart was indescribable. With their positions in their respective worlds, they knew more than most warriors. Pain could be separated into different levels,