Seriously Souled Novels & Stories

Sebastian easily caught me by the arm and all of us watched Soren spiral. “It can’t be true! It can’t! Because if then… If then… Having no soul is basically…” Soren has let go of the sorcerer and is now pulling his hair with his widened crazed eyes. He faced us with a horrified expression as he mumbled, “Dead.” I couldn’t help but pity him so I walked to Soren and yanked to hug him, burying his head by the crook of my neck to release a calming scent. The moment I did, he started crying and sobbing. His hands unconsciously hugged me.

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

incinerated by the fact that the Human Soul is Free. We floated in the center of the "Sovereign Soul," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of crystalline air. The Eleven Sovereigns were no longer resonances; they were Authors of the First Day, their emerald-crimson eyes glowing with the prehistoric certainty of a soul that had finally owned its own "Malfunction".

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

cute. When I arrived at her place, people were already starting to arrive. Colorful lights were flashing everywhere and loud party music was blasting. She told me she wanted to do a “Euphoria” inspired party. “Happy birthday, my soulmate!” I screamed when I saw her, she ran towards me and I gave her a tight hug! “Ugh, I love you my main bitch.” She said and lightly smacked my butt. I handed her the paper bag I was holding containing my gift for her. “What’s this? Thank you so much!”

And he tapped into it. Even if Levon hates him, his soul wouldn't. He could feel it, yearning to reach out. To feel. To hold. To touch. He craves it all the same. All their senses open to one another. "Always gonna be yours, Louis, no other." Louis felt a cold wave crashing down into his burning soul, it was peaceful, it felt good, he welcomed it, he couldn't fight against his soul and his soul wanted his other half. The one who has hurt them just as badly.

The High Wiz had long ago ceased to be our divinities—they were our oppressors—and they were anything but benevolent. The young woman raised her moonlit hands in a welcoming gesture, a jangling bracelet of genuine silver bells adorning her wrist. “Do you have a moment to listen to the Word of the Blessed? ” “No,” Celina retorted disdainfully, disregarding the girl’s outstretched hands and nudging Amanda to walk on. The young woman's untamed dark hair shimmered in the dawn light as her clean features radiated a cheerful smile. Six other acolytes stood behind her, both young men and women with uncut hair—each scanning the marketplace for young people to harass. “It would only take a minute,” t

"Yes. Come on. Today is the perfect day for swimming." “Don't take your servants. Only you and me." "As you wish." "Come back, Adelard! Don't lose your head. Although it will pass. Men are not able to love for a long time." Suzanne said with a wave of her hand. As expected, the weather became even hotter after the rain. But the slow crests of the waves created the illusion of coolness and freshness. They say that the Moon and the Sun are witnesses of everything that happens on earth, but the sea sees no less than these two. The sea, by its nature, stores in itself something that is not on the Moon and the Sun, namely, the echo of the human soul.

Note: The sentences inside the parentheses would be their thoughts. "Yes, you can cultivate here while I'll guard you." Theodore's statement made Soheila jumped from joy. "Under the acacia tree is the best place to cultivate, and the water of the lake is called 'Soul Water' with just a dip of this water, it would help you regain your spirit. It is splendid water for the cultivators who had injured their souls. However, if they used this all at the same time, they would die. The Soul Water could also heal your tired body. Go and cultivate." Theodore explained.