Soul Burning Novels & Stories

Claudia watched everything impatiently with her arms crossed. The moment the water was poured into my mouth, I stopped resisting, for the medicine had already slid into my stomach. I could feel the coldness of the water as it traveled down my throat, but at the same time, I felt a sharp, burning pain on my neck. As I lay on the bed, the world before my eyes grew dark and hazy, like a veil had been draped over it. My consciousness started to fade. I had no idea how much time had passed before a wave of searing pain swept through my entire body. I felt something restraining me, and there was something stuffed in my mouth.

From a single terrified soul cast into the flames of fear, through ninety-nine chapters of refining heat, to this—the Eternal Apex where all souls met in sacred, filthy, transformative union. This was their story. This was their eternitybraw, tender, cosmic, and forever alive in every thrust, every moan, every shared release, every new world born from pleasure. The crucible burned on. The Song invited all. And the Flame Root embraced every soul that answered, heating them, melting them, and reforging them in love. The End of the First Hundred Chapters

Hansel gazed at his back with mixed feelings; thorn between hurt, pain and regret. "Damn that bitch!" He roared, thumping the glass of wine to the floor. Shuffling back to the sofa, he put the bottled of whisky on his lips and gulped down some of its content. As the liquid burned its way down his chest, he winced and closed his eyes. Ben's words echoed back in his head.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

so I just laid in bed all day listen to Alexa playing old r&b songs like Fantasia if you don't want me don't talk to me go ahead and Free yourself if you don't want me don't talk to me go ahead to someone else. Then I heard beyoncé song come on listen to the song here in my heart a melody that's all a long time ago my time has come from my words to be heard they would not be push aside and not be heard. then the bridge came on saying I am alone at the crossroads I'm not comfortable in my own home I tried and try to say what's on my mind you should have known oh but I'm done believing you. I just stayed in bed listen to all these sad old r&b songs just to get over the hurt and pain that I was

You are the fire in my soul, and I'll never extinguish it. My love for you burns brighter with each passing day. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| In this chaotic world of shadows and secrets, I found my light, my solace, in the form of Zyra. She is the calm in the midst of my storm, the delicate touch that tames the ruthless. My heart, once a fortress of ice, thawed under the wa

It was not Luis Park but Nayna! He moved at her and helped. Her face was burnt! "This..." Luis Park didn't know this! He is useless. The Soul Sentinels can disappear and appear as real soul do. They can also make some damages. Especially that red one! It can burn a person! "....." Luis Park didn't know what to do! Yet he blunted a word that he always did. "Time Machine." Yet... That call didn't reach... "...." To be continued... Satou, D Vote ITIBT for more updates.

(man) The old grandfather was out of options. He was weighted and was found lacking. Thus, he had to find means with to tip the scale on his favor. Soul injury is not a laughing matter. It cannot be cured that easily. A minor soulburn would take about an era to be healed, how much more is that of a soul injury inflected by a master of the soul arts. Several epochs would not be counted much if an immortal wants to preserve his soul.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

"I offered you gold. Something you craved yet you could never show or use, something worthless. I offered protection for your tasks alone, no more, no less. My part of the bargain is fulfilled. If you want women, as you claimed, they come and go, you have no need of me there. Wine them to the excess and then they are yours. Those who come to the Godly world are paid for such pleasures anyway." "He-he will find out..." Zuberi's fear-stricken whisper only enhanced the slimy grin. "And who's fault is that?" Zuberi blanched. "The impious Soul screams: I burn; I am ablaze; I know not what to cry or do; wretched me, I am devoured by all the ills that compass me about; alack, poor me, I neither see