Reckless Soul Novels & Stories

I had the same internal fight every day, every morning, every time I went to sleep and woke up, and having my soul being pulled away from me, having her to be shared with someone. I can’t share my soul with anyone, ask any wolf out there, they wouldn’t appreciate having their soul shared with anyone, even if that someone was Milo, no matter how big my crush on him was, it’ll never be enough to make up to the fact that my soul isn’t mine anymore, having to share her was driving me to insanity, and I thought I was insane before, this is driving me insane.

“It’s no dream, sweetheart. We’ve transformed our dreams into reality. Despite all odds, I’m glad you chose me. Did you ever think you’d fall for a reckless man like me? Did you ever think your mom would want me for you?” Iris released a staggering sigh. “Maybe she wouldn’t have initially. But after what you did, she would have been proud of my choice. Yes, I felt guilty at first, but the attraction was too much to ignore. I couldn’t stay away from you, Maddox. You were like a reckless dream, a forbidden one. Yet my heart wanted you – only you. And I followed my heart.” His hold on her tightened as he pulled her to his side and held her there. “A reckless dream, huh? So how does it feel to h

"Impossible! That's utterly impossible! We've got so many doctors in the institute, and this is just a simple renal transplant. You'll just sleep through the whole thing. Oh, go ahead and take the medicine already. Be good!" I kept silent and merely turned away with my mouth tightly shut. My noncompliance enraged Miles, and he was visibly upset. He smashed the glass of water on the ground, his gaze on me menacing. "You're nothing but an invalid now, Cassidy. Without me, you'd be lying on your back, popping out kids for someone else. I don't care whether or not you've regained your memories, but you're taking the medicine!" I clutched my wrist, now bleeding from being cut by a shard of glass.

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 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.

But perhaps the reason why person suffers from his happy, unhappy past, is because he is not ready for the future and is not ready for the responsibility that the present demands. Does this mean that Adelard was not ready for his future, and did not want to take responsibility for this moment? Or his kind heart, a pure, untouched soul, sacrifices his peace only in order to continue making his essence as it is. His peace, in exchange for existence in the upper world, in an innocent world, where a person's foot rarely steps. And he pays by the fact that he carries all his past in himself, as if Atlas carries the whole world on his shoulders, he carries his world and does not want to fall and

Stralath hummed a human song as the elevator slid below ground, and Cleona shot him a strange look which he ignored. He liked earthling music which showed creativity and spirit. He'd stayed up late scrolling the internet and uploaded an extensive playlist to the "insight device" attached to his skull. Coco cleared her throat, and he reluctantly tapped the disc behind his ear, shutting off the rhythmic sound waves rolling through his mind. "The fisheri won't talk, and we've tried everything short of torture." Coco rocked back on her heels.

Brigor shoved the vase in front of me that made a loud noise making me tremble in fear "No one forgets their past! It will always leave a burden mark! It is easy for you to say those cause you haven't experienced my situation before!" "Y-you're Remorseless, you still haven't changed." "Yeah, that's right. I won't change and no one can change me." I left his place wailing. I knew it from the start. I shouldn't fall in love with him, cause it'll cause a lot of pain. The pain that I can't control. He's dangerous, falling for him isn't profitable. __________________ "Carol, are you coming? Please... I'm all alone here," Sierra said.

A year since that day I ran away from home and decided to die on an island. I had the perfect idea of the perfect death. It was not unsuccessful. In fact, the lost soul, Brieanna died and is still submerged down the ocean floor. I never retrieved my backpack, it's my grave.