Soul Bloom Book Novels & Stories

“No. Bigger. The Return doesn’t want us dead. It wants us unwritten. It wants to bloom in soil that’s never known pain.” “And we’re… what? In the way?” Mira’s voice was soft. “We’re the ink. And it wants blank parchment.” 5. The Second Visit to The Bloom I crossed the Grove border alone again. The path to Elin’s settlement was shorter now not because the land had changed, but because more of it belonged to them than us. The Bloom had grown. Not in size in silence. I passed clusters of former Spiral bearers sitting in perfect stillness, hands over their hearts, faces lifted to the cloud-thick sky. Some wept. Some smiled. None spoke.

Félix whispered, pulling me into a kiss that tasted of jasmine, ozone, and the long, difficult road to the 150th. "The garden is growing, Lixie," I said, leaning my head on his shoulder. "And I think we’re finally ready to see what happens when it blooms." Nathaniel approached us, his hands still covered in the humming soil. "Emma... the 'Bloom' isn't stopping. It’s reaching for the Stargate. It’s trying to build a bridge, not to the Origin-World, but to the Continuum of the Soul. The final act is beginning."

Siron hissed. Elara hesitated, then retrieved the book. She opened it, and the pages flipped on their own, stopping at an illustration drawn in fading ink: a drawing of a two-branched sprout exactly like the one in the window, with text beneath it in an ancient tongue. "The Soul Flower," Elara read, her voice hushed with reverence. "It grows only at the intersection of two loving spirit energies that have sacrificed themselves, watered by tears of true regret and fertilized by undying hope. Its bloom can bridge the gap between a trace and consciousness."

"I renounced, I lost faith, but the Goddess visited me, calmed me down, and made me see the situation and what a baby of both of us represented at that moment. It was hard for me to understand, hard to grasp many things, but she promised me that when the time came for change, the soul of that unborn baby would be reborn and find you again so that we could finally have a dignified death together." My heart stopped for a moment, and I felt dizzy before sitting down. “What are you trying to tell me, Bloom?” I asked carefully. “That time has come,” she said, and I frowned. “And maybe, I'm not sure, the soul of our baby will be reborn inside the baby you created with Selene.” Her words hit me so

I beamed up to him, enjoying the good energy that was floating through the air. "So when is it supposed to bloom?" He asked, looking back to the flower. "Today actually! Isn't that amazing?" I said in awe. "I know My mother would have wanted to see this." I gazed longingly at my growth before me. "I Know she would have too Lilith, your mother was a beautiful human Soul." He spoke graciously of her, giving me the hope I needed to know I was One of the good guys. Seconds later From the side of my eye I could see the flower start to move gradually, opening up its beautiful petals so we could see it's insides. Turning at a rapid speed, My hands balled up in excitement an I smiled so huge, my che

After thinking about it, she nodded and said, “I’ll have to try. If I can’t do it, I’ll abort.” “Mhm.” The Medical Saint nodded. “The Sanguine Bloom is easy to identify. Our ancient records state that it’s a cyan flower with nine leaves…” The Medical Saint gave Thea a detailed explanation of the Sanguine Bloom. He had never seen a Sanguine Bloom before but had read about it in Medical Valley’s records. That was how he learned about the flower's existence at the bottom of the Frosty Swamp in their valley. “Alright.”

Bloom jumped when his palm slammed against the wall, just above her left shoulder and she fearfully trailed her gaze up to meet the ominous demon caging her to the wall with his large body. In the depth of those blue-green orbs, shrouded in pure darkness was the amassing flames of a fire so intense Bloom was set aflame in a volcanic eruption. She burned like the hottest fire and effectively melted into a submissive puddle. His lips tore into a smirk, “Enthralling”. ***

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

Then a staff member touched her arm. The moment vanished. Lena smiled. Turned away. And continued walking. --- By dusk they retreated. Nobody argued. Nobody wanted to stay. The place crawled under their skin. The false peace. The manufactured contentment. The smiles. God. The smiles. --- The bookshop basement was unusually quiet when they returned. People gathered around the central table. Waiting. Watching. Hoping. Bea hated being the one who had to speak first. She rubbed her hands over her face.

I grabbed a napkin and carefully wiped it dry. I sank onto the couch, clenching the crumpled napkin in my hand, while that glaring message kept replaying in my mind, along with Marco's panicked expression. So, it was all because of Sofia Colombo, the woman who had tangled Luca and me up in three years of on-and-off drama. Now, she even wanted to steal Marco from me. I laughed bitterly and shook my head at myself. Maybe this was just fate messing with me. Mamma was right—I did deserve the best. The man I was meant for had never been Marco or Luca.