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“Alright,” Blackie shrugged, “As I said, we used Soul Coupling as a reference to create a new soul-based, multiversal racial characteristic for worldborn. Basically, we gave your soul an ability to… uh… interact with other souls in a special way… which kinda made you into a eunuch,” Blackie laughed awkwardly, “but otherwise it is very handy! I guarantee that in the future, you’ll totally love it!”

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

This life isn't easy, not for those with a soul,” she said sadly but honestly. I guess that was it, those with a soul had to pretend to be soulles.

Third Person's POV Hearing Seraphina's words, Vivian's face immediately shifted into a mask of deep concern. She leaned toward Seraphina, her voice pitching into a stage whisper. "This is a soul-healing center, Seraphina. Only wolves with soul damage come here. Don't tell me you're suffering from the same 'soul-fracture' that I have?" She put a sharp, deliberate emphasis on "same as me," her lips curling into a subtle, mocking smirk.

(man) The old grandfather was out of options. He was weighted and was found lacking. Thus, he had to find means with to tip the scale on his favor. Soul injury is not a laughing matter. It cannot be cured that easily. A minor soulburn would take about an era to be healed, how much more is that of a soul injury inflected by a master of the soul arts. Several epochs would not be counted much if an immortal wants to preserve his soul.

He was sick, twisted, and too damn handsome. I kept struggling to buy time. King Lou knew I wouldn't stay dead. Instead, he'd kill me, and a damned soul would take up residence, bringing me back good as new. I hated souls of the damned, and unlike souls from heaven, the damned felt foggy in my head. Years of torture, and past lives of being murderers, thieves, and degenerate slime, gave them the power sometimes to cloud my judgment. All that hate is a powerful thing.

Soulmates, two people perfect for each other destined to find each other in an imperfect world. “Do not take my mate from me.”

I'd have the link with them, which includes feeling them when they fuck someone else. At least I can stay naive. That's all that really keeps me going. Don't get me wrong, Soul is amazing, thoughtful, generous and caring but he isn't my mate. I may have never wanted a mate but at least I had found them before losing them. As the saying goes: It's better to have loved and lost than to have not loved at all. Right now, I am cuddled up on the sofa. Soul is out meeting some old friends this evening, so I'm having a relaxing evening to myself. This consists of:

"Especially if she sees you both like this." And he’s right. We are naked. Because just a few minutes ago, Sergei and I had crossed the city as a pair of wolves, enjoying—as always nobody see us—the shift. Nothing feels more alive than the moment we become wolves. Skin stretches, muscles reshape, the wild heat crawls into your bones and fuses with your soul. Personally, I love that shift—no matter my interior wolves get angry when I return to being human. It makes me feel… complete. "You’re naked too, Roman. If she sees you, she’ll be scared just the same," Sergei shrugs, calm as ever.

The second the door closes behind him, the atmosphere becomes tense again. Selene exhales slowly before looking directly at me. “You’re seriously considering taking her to the Royal Kingdom?” “Yes.” Her eyes widen slightly. “That’s dangerous.” “I’m aware.” “No,” she says more firmly this time. “You don’t understand. Wolves are already whispering that she’s cursed.” Jasmine visibly flinches beside me. That does it. “Enough,” I say coldly. Selene blinks. “You keep speaking about her like she’s some disaster waiting to happen,” I continue sharply. “She’s standing right here.”