Reckless Soul Novels & Stories

"I don't know how to be anything but the North Star. I’ve been a product for so long that I don't know where the branding ends and my soul begins. I don't know how to play music that isn't designed to sell watches or perfume." "Then don't be the North Star," I said firmly. "Be the guy who likes peaches even when they're out of season. Be the guy who tunes a flat E because he cares about the soul of the sound, not the chart position. Be the guy I met in the mountains—the one who was willing to die to protect a memory." He looked back at me, a slow, soft smile breaking through the grime and the exhaustion on his face. It was a beautiful sight. "That guy is a bit of a mess, Anya. He’s impulsive

The fact that a trainee was sent to get help meant that the Alpha is seriously injured. "Where are they?" The Beta asks. The sound of urgency in his voice is bright and clear. I train my hearing onto the two considering I would need to figure out the way home. No one wanted to deal with Soulless. Soulless was what the werewolf community called wolves who have lost their mind. Their eyes were bloodthirsty and dull as if they no longer had a soul left in their body. They were wolves who had lost their soulmate either in a tragic accident or through rejection, or they were kicked out of their pack. In the end, they become rogues and lose their humanity until they are nothing but rabid beasts wh

Aero and I mutter in unison “Everyone’s soul starts off as a small ball of light. It grows as the person grows, gradually taking shape of the person. Sometimes, it gets to a certain size and never grows anymore because a person is trapped in a cycle that they can’t get out of. Others, like those who have experienced levels of trauma, develop cracks. When the cracks meet, the soul breaks along with that person.” “How bad are hers?” “She should have broken long ago.” “Is that how the darkness got in?”

I turned and fled. I grabbed my car keys and drove off blindly, ending on Sana's doorstep and dumping the whole ugly mess onto her. She was all empathy and outrage. Then she suggested her wildcard solution. The bass vibrated through the floor and up my spine. The club Sana had brought me to was filled with drunk strangers dancing and grinding away their weekday misery. "Girl, you have to let loose!" Sana yelled over the music. I hated it. I was heartbroken and I needed to heal, I wasn't a party girl wanting to get high.

It was almost midnight and he surely didn’t want to wake his parents. He attached his lips to Daniel.. "Scream now baby.. Say it out loud." He whispered while palming his hard dick on his shorts. And his ears were blessed to drink all sounds he was listening to. He was rubbing his hand up and down adding to the much needed friction while rubbing himself on Daniel's thigh. Daniel wrapped his arms around Russell and softly turned them upside down. "Did I tell you Russ, you are a bad boy". Daniel bit his lip... "Oh am I? Then PUNISH ME Daniel Martinez. Punish me so that I would never repeat the mistake". Russel lifted his head just to say in his ear, biting his lower lip in a seductive manner

A part of me. And where there’s thrill and velocity and stupidity, demons follow. Some accidental. Some earned. Little parasitic bastards that latch onto your soul and suck guilt like it’s premium fuel. They pull you backward, downward, straight into the dark. Doctors call it PTSD. I call them demons. Because that’s what they are.

I'm not finished with them. My soul is damned and the woman who I can't forget has already forsaken me. Now I'm a malevolent phantom who will have his revenge and his pixie. I am the Damned Forsaken.

Austin Holy fuck I’m out of my league. The escorts I pay agree to my deviance. I’d go to jail if I picked up a woman in a bar and beat the fuck out of her. Melina begged and I delivered my soul on a platter for her taking. The fucking soul I didn’t know I have.

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.