Painful Soul Novels & Stories

My throat was filled with the fishy sweetness of blood, and my lips had bite marks. Everything in front of my eyes was blurry, and the ache was torturous as if someone had installed a heavy compressor in my head. My entire body was in pain. At one point, I even felt as if my soul was attempting to separate from my physical body. They were torn apart, neither wanting to spare the other. Please let me go, my soul begged. The body shook its head and laughed. No, you must remain and suffer alongside me. I coughed violently. My lungs were on fire, and every cough was excruciatingly painful.

I'm handcuffed and naked, so I can't defend myself. I feel Soul's breath on my neck. "Time to cause you all some serious pain." He whispers before clamping his teeth down on my shoulder. I scream out loud. It's excruciating. I watch as Kaden and Kol cry out and writhe. "Get off her!" Kaden growls. "You mother fucker!" Kol roars through his pain. I feel the warmth of my blood trickle down my body, tears in my eyes as Soul marks me. I sob, and fall to the floor in pain.

Gordon screamed and held his hand as I did the same. “You see,” I smirked. “You're not in charge like you were the last time. I can hurt you without even touching you.” He stared at his palm until it healed, then he pulled out a pistol and shot his left knee. We both shrieked In pain as we grabbed our knees until he pulled the bullet out. “I'm willing to hurt myself to hurt you more than you're willing to hurt yourself to hurt me,” he grinned as he tightened his jaw and held his knee until the wound healed.

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it

“Kaaakh…ahk??” A sudden suffocating pain washed over his throat. His whole body trembled and his lower part screamed! After a while, the tearing pain overwhelmed every part of himself. His insides churned as the itchiness inside intensified, it’s as if his guts are being rotated over and over again. Just the fact that he don’t even know what’s happening to him made him felt frustrated. ‘Soul’s Pact..’ Just recalling his skill interface frustrated him even more. F*ck it really hurts like a b*tch!

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

He was turning to Jean, to Celeste, to his parents, who were now looking at him through the veil of death. "Mom!" He didn't know who else to ask for help. He didn't know anything. Right now, the pain was too intense and real. He finally realized his situation. "I've lost everything! I don't want to lose you! No!" But the child was slowly losing his strength and was no longer resisting the fact that the vomit continued to cover him. His whole life ran before his eyes. His whole life gathered in this child's heart. And if it stopped, Adelard's life would stop too. But what was the point of it all? What was the point of it all? For at the end all that remains are the tears. "What should I do?"

The trauma he/ she goes through or the scars it leaves behind? Most even leads to death but even the few which doesn't, It breaks the very soul within them as they strive to survive. All they also ask for is love but then gets haunted and beaten by father, classmates and even more, an outcast to society. Don't they also deserve justice? This makes them less of a human– Where the hell is humanity now? Don't we care at all? The pain the families of these victims go through~ the heartbreaks. They all die, day in day out, trying to overcome the pain of losing a love one.

“Big Sister Aurelia… can you come? Because… Papa won’t come. Papa always breaks his promises.” Aurelia froze. Caca’s words pierced something deep inside her heart. She knew the little girl had been carrying longing, loss, and an unhealed trauma for a long time. Slowly, Aurelia closed her eyes and held the phone against her chest. Caca’s voice spoke again before the voice note ended. “Please come, Sister… I don’t want to be alone in the parents’ row later…”

I bit down hard on my bottom lip as I writhe in pain at the forceful impact, but there was no time for more tears. Why the hell should I even care if he rejected me? Sure, he's hot and all, but that doesn't excuse his shitty personality. He's nothing but a shameless arsehole who'll beat me at the slightest provocation and rape me whenever he's got blue balls and I'm not in the mood. I should be grateful and happy for dodging a bullet, but that's not what I'm hurting for. It's my wolf who needs the soulmate connection the most. Her agony adds to the pain from my injury and I fall flat on my face so many times. Soulmates meet only once from what my mother taught us, and mine just shoved me asi