Seriously Souled Novels & Stories

I just have to try a little bit harder and I'll have Aubrey in my bed. But there's something disturbing. I've never felt the way I felt when I was with Aubrey before. When she spoke in that her small tiny voice, it sent shivers down my spine and when I held her hand I felt a wave like that of electricity flow through my veins. I've heard of things like this and it is said that such person is your soulmate. Does that mean Aubrey is my soulmate? No that's impossible, I won't even accept it. She might have a beautiful voice but that's all.

They sing in unison in a voice full of resentment that shocks people: - OH. OH. I am the cruel executioner who is controlled by the hearts of people, and the innocent one who is held in the hearts of people. I hate the endless bondage, trying to give humanity one after another the key to the heart, and if only one person will stop opening the prison door, I can return to sleep peacefully in the arms. the comfort of the Void. - OH. OH. I dig a bed in the garden of the soul, sow the sweet seed of Hope, but always reap the dry fruit of Desire; Planting green branches of Trust, but having to pick withered flowers of Doubt.

asked Carissa, guilt haunted Carissa's feelings, and she felt that it would be okay if she just met and had dinner for a while. "Is it true? Okay, dear, I'll prepare everything immediately." Rey sounded very enthusiastic; she immediately ended the phone call because she seemed to want to prepare dinner with Carissa. "I can't imagine, if Rey knows, that Bella's soul is actually dead, and all that's left is an empty body, and now I live in it," muttered Carissa. "You are very lucky, Bella. Getting a man who really loves you—the love and sincerity that Rey gave—is what I really hoped for from Viren," Carissa thought.

"Did you want to do this Westley? .. No your going to keep being the coward awesome NOW SHUT UP! Im sorry I didn’t realize how sheltered a life you have led, and your absolutely right I didn’t get to know you at all. But lets not get things twisted he’s not so innocent, do you want to know what his powers do?” She looks at me like a deer caught in head lights and just nods, “All the elders and witches my parents have consulted have had one word for it. He is known as a Stealer not of things but mates, and the reason why it’s called that is because he can make anyone feel the mate bond with him. Have you ever heard humming while you’re with him, but magically he vanishes before you know where

Oh boy, Elisa looked at them wide-eyed. Ansel gasped. "How dare you, tiny human! I am not ugly. If I was ugly, I wouldn't be so popular with the ladies. And guess what, I was named one of the most handsome eligible bachelors in Forbes magazine, so joke's on you, missy!" Audre turned to Elisa. "Mommy, what's e-rigi-ble bachalor?" Elisa rolled her eyes. Is this guy for real? "Are you seriously arguing with a six-year-old? Who is the adult here?"

Sera just nodded in a disinterested manner. She wasn't interested at all in what they did and how they did. Her soul was dead and she was just dragging herself on.

“Because if you fail, the rest of us don’t stand a chance.” She smirked faintly. “Honest.” He met her gaze. “And because you’re not what they told us you’d be.” “What did they tell you?” she asked. “That you’d be wrath,” he said. “All storm and vengeance.” “And I’m not?” Ryn considered. “You are. But you’re also restraint. That scares people more.” The third week changed everything. Soul-reading wasn’t meant to be taught lightly. Sera hesitated before introducing it, her expression grave.

He always went straight to the point, one of the things I respected him for. A quality that didn't stop him from being cunning and intimidating. "What are you going to do to me? Kill me?" I asked making sure my face wasn't betraying any emotion. To him, emotions are signs of weakness and it riles him to see any of his"tools" show signs of weakness. "Now what do you mean by that? I'm sure you know you're one of the most valuable assets we have here and your little distress can't change that. I'm sure with time, you'll be better."

He disagrees that these souls of mine should be allowed respite. They are here to serve me, to work for me. They are my soldiers, in a way, and their job is an enteral one of service. “Are you still upset with me, Celeste?” Placing the soul into the pool gently, I turn around and look at him with outrage.