Poetry With Soul Novels & Stories

Perhaps it is good to inform that the kings may be alive. In a dirty and smelly cell, a woman sang a lullaby, while cradling a small, old, dirty blanket in her arms. In the next cell, her mate looked at her with pain, love and pity in his eyes. It would have been fairer if the Moon Goddess had taken them. He runs his only hand over the stump of his arm. His wolf had almost disappeared. What was left of him was weak and depressed, never speaking to him, and whining for his mate, who had completely disappeared from within the woman.

The vibrant hues danced across the surface, creating a tapestry of emotions that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. In that moment, Ayana felt a profound connection to her art, as if each brushstroke was a brushstroke of her soul. She felt alive, invigorated by the creative energy that flowed through her veins, washing away the weight of her worries and filling her with a renewed sense of purpose.

They press together, soul on soul, and trade their wounds for sleep. One speaks in sighs, the other still, yet both are saying stay. For love like this—without disguise— won’t ever drift away.

I carried the boxes to an open space, and then Arnold handed me a lighter. "Cynthia…" he said softly, like he wasn't sure if this was a good idea. I gave him a smile, probably my first real smile in days. "It's fine. Out with the old, in with the new." I flicked the lighter and tossed it onto the pile that held ten years of my youth and love. The fire caught fast, growing brighter and hotter until it lit up the night like day. The flames ate up everything—my memories, my regrets, my stupid hope for someone who never deserved it.

The Soul-Fog clung to him like oil, seeping into his skin, dulling the bond that tied us together. I sang louder. The melody rose, richer now, harmonizing with itself in ways my human mind could barely comprehend. Life answered from every direction, moss bloomed across shattered stone, pale flowers pushed through cracks in the earth, petals unfurling toward the sound. Even the sky shifted, the bruised violet thinning as warm light bled through. The fog recoiled. It peeled away from Kael in ragged strands, screaming as the song stripped it of lies and false memory. His chest hitched, then rose fully, breath flooding back into his lungs as color returned to his skin.

incinerated by the fact that the Human Soul is Free. We floated in the center of the "Sovereign Soul," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of crystalline air. The Eleven Sovereigns were no longer resonances; they were Authors of the First Day, their emerald-crimson eyes glowing with the prehistoric certainty of a soul that had finally owned its own "Malfunction".

cute. When I arrived at her place, people were already starting to arrive. Colorful lights were flashing everywhere and loud party music was blasting. She told me she wanted to do a “Euphoria” inspired party. “Happy birthday, my soulmate!” I screamed when I saw her, she ran towards me and I gave her a tight hug! “Ugh, I love you my main bitch.” She said and lightly smacked my butt. I handed her the paper bag I was holding containing my gift for her. “What’s this? Thank you so much!”

the older man snapped his finger, "you're still alive, dead spirit doesn't have energy colour like yours." So the older man found a protection spell from gods, then he saw Henry's soul was still connected to the world, meaning he was still alive. Henry looked at the toes of his shoes which looked dirty with dust and mud, his heart was beating fast. He could feel the pulse in his neck and the pounding of his heart beating against his ribs. "I- I'm still alive?" "Maybe the answer you are looking for is your memory and where is your body now," Tania's father's statement made Henry's thoughts swirl and feelings mixed.

Souls whispered their stories, and Alec could sense the intertwining narratives weaving a tapestry of experiences. "Sasha," he said, his voice carrying the weight of countless echoes, "do you hear them? The stories of love, of loss, of dreams that echo through the ages. It's like the very essence of existence is singing to us." Sasha nodded, her eyes reflecting the myriad emotions coursing through the cosmic currents. "Alec, every soul we encounter adds a new note to our journey. It's overwhelming, yet beautiful, like a celestial choir revealing the depths of the universe's heart."

My heart started to beat fast in my chest. How many times had she seen us at our worst? How much had we hurt her without even realizing it? Feeling overwhelmed, I turned to the next page and found a short poem scribbled in her neat handwriting. It was about stars, rivers, and memories. Reading her words, I felt a sense of peace and calm wash over me. It was as if Val was speaking to me through her poetry, reminding me of the beauty and wonder of life.