Soul And Maka Novels & Stories

"The Mandragora didn't just exhaust you - she also took some of your life force." "Like my soul?" Mike asked, a queasy feeling in his gut. "Nothing that serious. Your soul is much like your body right now. Drained to the very edge." The sweet smell of something cooking tickled Mike's nostrils. Taking a deep whiff, the smell reminded him of cooked vegetables. "That makes sense though. The Mandragora needed all that energy for the task ahead of it." "And that would be?" Mike's fingers clenched, then relaxed. It was the only part of his body that seemed to listen right now.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

Aji Sangkala's spirit applied warmth to the little mouse's body. "Warm!" Asura replied. "Open your eyes quickly! We have to do something!" Aji Sangkala's spirit shouted. WHAT IS THAT?! Asura was shocked to see the appearance of large teeth. "The black Makara is chasing us. Quickly unite! I will try to stop it." Aji Sangkala's spirit stared at the huge creature. "Oh, that's the problem? But fine, I'll do it!" Asura merged with Arya Santanu's body.

the older man snapped his finger, "you're still alive, dead spirit doesn't have energy colour like yours." So the older man found a protection spell from gods, then he saw Henry's soul was still connected to the world, meaning he was still alive. Henry looked at the toes of his shoes which looked dirty with dust and mud, his heart was beating fast. He could feel the pulse in his neck and the pounding of his heart beating against his ribs. "I- I'm still alive?" "Maybe the answer you are looking for is your memory and where is your body now," Tania's father's statement made Henry's thoughts swirl and feelings mixed.

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

"These are two of my associates." Asher studied the men on either side of Michael. The one sitting directly to his right was a very large bald man with crystal clear eyes that held a sense of foreboding. His arms and what Asher could see of his chest from his half undone shirt sported some intricate tattoo. Michael introduced him as Gustavo.

** It was a theory - an outlandish theory, but a theory nonetheless. One that made sense. One that would explain a lot. We couldn't prove that Marie II was Mama's spirit guide - the one responsible for possessing her and taking over her body and will. Spirit guides - met tet, djab, whichever term - were personal. Therefore, it would be difficult for us to find out exactly who Mama's djab was unless Mama went through a head washing or lave tet. This process took days, and if done incorrectly, could result in bad luck, mental illness or even death. But with a proper lave tet, one could come into direct contact with their met tet and their identity.

"Soulmates are those that we've known many lifetimes, have had many karmic contracts with, and with whom we have resolved conflicts. Marriage partners may or may not be soul mates, though they will be a soul contract. With true soul mates, there is no struggle. What's left is love. "– Karen M. Black

Map Of The Soul . Written by Authoress Kamara . Chapter 5: His Fear . Kai’s head rested in his hand, propping it up by his chin as he struggled to stay attentive during the lecture. The professor, a short, old man with a talent for sounding incredibly boring, was talking on about something-Kai barely took in a word of what he was saying. His eyelids felt leaden, threatening to close and swallow him in a much needed sleep. The issues with his soulmate has been plaguing him for weeks now and it was infuriating; he was kept awake at night thinking about it focusing on the now constant presence in the back of his mind.

As if she couldn’t accept the truth even though it was already plastered right before her eyes. The question made The8 laugh but he tried to keep it lowkey, “You’re still a human but your body and soul is already programmed as a Soulwaker. Think of yourself having two different personalities. The Xiao from Earth and Xiao, the Soulwaker. Those two are different but you are united in one body. That explains some things are out of your control. Have you ever experienced doing something that you didn’t want to do but you still did?” he probed, making Xiao to reminisce what she has done just earlier.