Seriously Souled Novels & Stories

Payal was reading his sad face silently as some kid is sad after his toy. While switching the mood and topic she said, "I had no idea you can play this violin so perfectly and beautifully." "But it is worthless to play it, if it could not move ones heart" "how could you say this, Rakesh" ""When someone was more interested in smelling burning fish how can I say that one person was so deeply lost in my tune" Payal got numb after listening his claim, then she burst into laughs. "why made you laugh this way Payal"

I corrected him. “No. I mean soul matched. A soul mate is someone who you feel like you’ve known long before you meet and that you blend with enough to make a comfortable and amiable life together. A soul match is a bond that is created by a higher power to seal two souls together no matter the circumstances. We were destined to meet and, as hard as we try and no matter who we pair up with, we will always have a need to interact with each other.” His voice cracked as he said in a voice that was just above a whisper, “It can be a torturous affliction if only one of us loves the other.”

“Soul quality is an inherent property of YOU. Not even God himself can change that for you.” “Okay…” Meph ignored the profane joke, the alarm in the back of his head sounding loudly, “So what’s my soul quality?” “Give me a minute,” The snake pretended to swing his head as if he was the one doing the work, and the game panel even showed a special effect of scanning Meph’s avatar on the page, only to put a huge, white letter above its head— F. Meph: “…” The snake: “…” This time, even the snake panicked with genuine haste in his voice: “I didn’t lie to you, I swear! I have no record in the whole system of any soul ranked at F! The lowest ever was D. For real!”

Noah’s eyebrow twitched, and he pretended not to have heard Blackie’s cackling, “Alright, so what is this reactionary response? What happens when it is triggered?” “Ah, this reactionary response…” Blackie’s tone was rather nonchalant, “It’s what you’d call a soul cuddle.” Within seconds, Noah’s face crumpled into an expression that could only be described with the words ‘are you shitting me?!’ Blackie smirked knowingly, “Ah, but not just anyone can afford to cuddle with a soul of a worldborn! In most cases, your soul hug will figuratively choke the living daylights out of them.”

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'

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.

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.

Zack Moller, one of my friends, asked curiously, "Ryan, are you serious?" I downed a drink and responded, "Dead serious. It's over." The group exhaled in relief. "Honestly, Ryan, you've wasted two years of your life. We've warned you so many times, but you were so stubborn, like you were cursed or something." "I saw Jen with another guy just a few days ago," one of them chimed in. I glanced at him, and he immediately clammed up. Zack patted my shoulder and tried to comfort me. "Alright, man. Let's chill tonight and blow off some steam. Do you want to hit up another spot?"