Painful Soul Novels & Stories

"Listen you Russell... Who the hell you think you are huh? You think it’s okay to stay like this. To stand still, facing window like we don’t exist. You want us to suffer. Okay. We are suffering. Happy. But don’t you dare shed tears pretending to b hurt. You want to keep secrets. You want to hide all your pain. Okay. Do it. You didn’t talk to us, you didn’t share with us the pain you are enduring. Okay fine. Don’t tell us. But next time don’t complain if either of me or Daniel ended up in hospital. We won’t b needing your services. Do you hear? Is it understood? I, Carson White will start keep secrets from you too. Got that. And you, Daniel. Why are you shedding tears for this heartless man

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.

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.

She could barely think straight, her body wracked with pain. Groaning softly, Katie tried to focus on anything but the agony that consumed her. The weight of the past few hours—the fight with Garrett, the cruel words, the tension, and now this overwhelming pain—felt like too much. It was as if her body had betrayed her, holding onto the anguish that she couldn’t escape from. Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, faint but unmistakable. The heavy door to her cell creaked open, and a young girl appeared, her face pale with worry as she saw Katie's condition.

“What’s going on? Why does it hurt?” “I’m sorry but I needed to see her fully to understand. The pain you’re feeling is because we are in the deepest recesses of your mind. A place made for your darkest truths to stay hidden, and right this second, I’m using my power to illuminate everything. You soul is feeling exposed, pained, and unsafe. But I promise once we leave, the pain will dissipate.” I just nodded, wiping away tears that had started to free fall. “You are feeling sad and vulnerable. But she needs us.”

Hadassah glanced around them with a little fear, but she decided to continue and quickly picked the next ingredient beside her "Me Cinere," she dropped the gray ashes of her real body into the vessel, which she had been carrying for almost twenty years. "Confundo, confundo!" she mumbled, her little body of possession starting to ache. But she was desperate to finish this process, so she picked up the knife from the ground and stabbed the flesh near of her wrist, bringing the blood over the roaring water, "Sanguinis Pura. Celandine screamed in pain inside her head. Hadassah chuckled and warned her in a hissing tone, "It is just a simple cut, little soul. I remind you again, it is not time for

********************************** ELLE POV Pain. Agonizing, mind-splitting, soul-crushing pain radiates over every inch of my flesh, each cell ripping itself to shreds and reforming. I can hear another crucifying scream in the background, I can't pinpoint who it belongs to, but it calls to me.

The Soul-Binding Rune on the cage was instantly shrouded in black mist, and the originally dark golden light became dim and turbid. The soul of the sect leader of Ethereal Lumin Hold instantly felt pain a hundred times more intense than before. It was the agony of his original soul essence being corroded, as if countless invisible hands were tearing and gnawing at his soul. Every inch of soul fiber burned, every spiritual meridian snapped. The pain that penetrated his soul left him unable to endure any longer. His soul curled into a ball, convulsing violently. The previously weak groans of pain became uncontrollable, muffled wails, but the Soul-Binding Jade Cage isolated them, leaving him to

Afterall, commanding shadows demanded an enduring soul, which did not come naturally, even for a Krane. It could be likened to being pulled apart from the inside. Those that grappled for their souls would feel as though they were a doll being ripped apart at the seams. Each tie to your body snapping like a thread, breaking slowly and agonizingly until you either relinquished it or conquered the other party. Even after the pain from the struggle eventually subsided, you would suffer the severe whiplash of having your soul abruptly reenter into your body for days afterward.

Of course- This kind of pain was not only on the body but also on the soul. Moreover, the pain that Zephyr Khan's soul was suffering was hundreds of times stronger than his body's instinct! Because this was a soul-level confrontation! If it were anyone else, they would not have been able to endure such terrible pain! "Break!" The Demonic Spirit in his body was violently activated! Enduring the intense pain of his soul being torn apart! Zephyr Khan's mind once again burst out a powerful force.