Seriously Souled นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

added the senior seriously. "What?"

"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.

“Well, it may sound strange, but she has a different scent to her. Sirona’s essence is of the earth. But Serena, she smells of sweetness, of lilies of the valley. It reminds me of springtime and renewal. And Serena’s laugh is different. Sirona had a light and airy laugh, free of strife. But Serena’s comes from a deeper place, a place that truly appreciates the humor life gives us, however hard won. When she laughs, you feel as though it was a gift. And, too, there’s Serena’s tenacity, her determination, her perseverance to face whatever fate has in store for her. She’s a survivor. Sirona was immortal, a goddess for Christ’s sake. Until the day of her murder, she never had to fight for anythi

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.

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:

Soul Extraction Soul Extraction was an ability that was not best explained by its title. Rather than extracting the soul of a target, what Soul Extraction did was to allow an Asura to inherit the power and will of those they killed. The person didn’t have to be fully dead either; as long as their hearts were crushed, the Asura would inherit everything. Some speculated that this was the reason why Asuras were generally insane, for it was no easy feat to see the lives and heart of every person one killed and still be normal.

“It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery swallowed hard. Their hands shook as they reached toward the soul. Threads of light extended from their sigil, tangling gently around the corrupted form. The tether pulled, delicate but insistent. The soul resisted, writhing violently, and Avery felt it tug back like a living weight. “Steady,” Kael murmured. “It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery focused, teeth clenched, sweat stinging their eyes. The threads glowed brighter as the soul’s light flickered, pulsing with an unstable rhythm.