Reckless Soul Novels & Stories

Yet, as I look at the woman lying so close beside me, I can’t help the disquieting sensation digging inside my chest. I meant it when I said that I do not want my soul. To have a soul is to make yourself vulnerable. It’s a weakness that I do not wish to ever experience. What I want is to bask in my rage and make the Creator pay for making me a monster. I don’t want to think about this exquisite woman and the pain in her eyes when she made me pledge to let her see her sister before she died. Rising from the bed, I walk toward the window and frustratedly thread my fingers through my hair. As I look out into the darkness, I sway. My head pounds and my hands shake when an image flashes in my min

I breathe him in. Soul chuckles humourlessly. "I was kicked out of my pack up north. I've been rogue for 8 months." I am shocked! Why the hell was a guy like this a rogue? "Oh Soul! Come in! Come in!" I grin, yanking his hand. "So... Miss Bathas! Who knocked you up? Was it your mate?" My eyes widen. "What?" "You're err... shit, you don't know! I could smell it the second you opened the door!" Soul gasps, his hand over his mouth. "I'm pregnant?" I whisper, beyond shocked.

I crept my way down the hallway and splinters of the past faced me as shards of glass. I recalled one afternoon when Jasmine dreamed of being superior. I could hear her voice, a gentle authoritative voice, say, "I shall be above all, no matter what it takes." Her desire haunted me in my mind. But instances of betrayal followed. I recalled a heated argument between Jasmine and someone whose voice was laced with pretentious love. "I trusted you, Jasmine," the voice had said, "and you broke my heart." I chilled as the vision dissolved.

he screams, shaking her small frame so hard his spit hits her face. Miserable cur. Although my vision is spinning and my balance is completely ruined by the poison gumming up my brain, everything inside my soul suddenly becomes crystal clear. My entire life trail has been leading me to this exact alleyway. I push my massive body up from the dirt, my muscles screaming as I override the drug. "Take your paws off my Luna." "Fuck you, loser," he sneers, brimming with the false confidence of a weak male who thinks he has the upper hand. Delusion is a powerful thing in a rogue. "Get lost before I cave your skull into the stone."

Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me 81, they'll bring the crashers to the party And you know me Turn an O-2 into the O-3, dog Without 40, Oli', there'd be no me 'Imagine if I never met the broskis God's plan, God's plan I can't do this on my own, a, no, a Someone watchin' this shit close, yep, close I've been me since Scarlett Road, a road, a Might go down as G-O-D, yeah, wait I go hard on Southside G, a, Way I make sure that north-side eat, yuh And still Bad things It's a lot of bad things That they wishin' and wishin' and wishin' and wishin' They wishin' on me Yeah, yeah Bad things It's a lot of bad things That they wishin' and wishin' and wishin' and wishin' They wishin' on me

Suddenly Creed noticed that Lazy Soul was looking at him with red eyes. A faint pulse emerged from his body, which made Creed halt his advance on him. Lazy Soul's chakra emerged from his body, but something felt extremely off. Creed couldn't understand what was going on. This wasn't exactly Chakra per se, but a raw pressure which felt very different. Creed gasped with shining eyes. He realized that he had triggered something either really good or really bad. "Shit, Lazy Soul broke the limiter," A guy from the audience gulped a mouthful of saliva.

I can still hear the music But its not my Song. . I dont know what exactly my life is I'm a sinister I can't ruin that pure soul at any cost I'm in enough darkness I can't drag her into my dark world the world and people around me are not someone like her they're harmful and dangerous not less than monsters but she is a innocent and naive soul who can't harm anyone she is someone harmless I'm someone harmful where she is a pure soul human coming to me I'm a dark soul beast like match between heaven and hell which is completely impossible

Her image flashes between my eyes and I sit down in the silence of my car to roll a shot of crystalline. My soul slowly starts roaming all over the place, my pulse is slow and my mind drifting away. I took this shot to stop thinking, to stop hearing, to stop imagining and realizing how nastily I broke my queen and impacted her damn life. I was just a reckless vessel, trying to heal. But honestly I didn't want to heal.

They lunged forward, cutting a path through the remaining predators, their movements fluid, precise, merciless. Avery’s hands shook, the sigil still pulsing faintly, as though scolding them. The Veil felt heavier now, darker, suffocating. The corrupted soul was gone, and the echo of its wail lingered, twisting into the wind. Kael turned to them, eyes blazing, pale fire in their gaze. “Do you see what hesitation costs?” Avery swallowed hard, tears stinging their eyes. “I tried…” “Tried doesn’t matter!” Kael snapped. “Almost doesn’t count. That soul is lost. You want to survive here? You do. Not might, not almost—you do.”

Even she knew that name. The reckless celebrity. Actor. Billionaire heir. Media disaster. A man who lived like consequences didn’t exist. Lena slowly closed the wallet. Her voice came out barely above a whisper. “I don’t take what isn’t mine.” She placed it exactly where she found it. And continued cleaning. Unaware that the owner of that name was still inside the room. The bathroom door opened suddenly. Lena froze. Slow footsteps. Then a voice — deep, rough, still carrying sleep and alcohol.