Soul Burning Novels & Stories

Creed uttered. "How do you know that?" Fang asked in a defensive tone, "Would you look at her?" Creed replied, ''Her soul is burning out!" Fang said nothing more. He kept looking at the sky with a build up anxiety. She had to pass through all otherwise it was all pointless. Aware of the treacherous nature of this one-way road to hidden paradise, she dragged herself toward the final burning membrane. Several beasts in the vicinity starting howling. As she moved closer, her soul started fading even faster, just like a wisp of smoke. The torment, the pain, the helplessness, the heat, everything was being incinerated into her soul. Yet, she kept moving forward.

It was obvious that he had burned his spirit energy to the extreme. Burning one's soul was even more terrifying than self-detonation. Self-detonation still a chance to preserve one's soul. However, burning one's soul meant that it would never exist and would completely disappear. Rumble! With his roar, the barrier finally began to disperse. Although there was still a faint trace, Zephyr Khan could completely break it. "Young friend-go!" Looking at Zephyr Khan, Li Xuan growled in a low voice. "Senior! Zephyr Khan... Thank you!"

THE NAME THAT BURNS “A forgotten name burns worse than any flame.” The Flame Forgets Her. Elara stood in the center of the flame circle. The silver fire rose around her in slow spirals, as if trying to recognize her. It didn’t breathe with her. It didn’t sing her name anymore, because it didn’t remember it. “Elara,” Lyra said softly from behind her, hesitant. “It’s like it’s trying to match your soul… and finding nothing.”

I let her walk away from me when I should’ve fought harder. But seeing her tonight, smiling at someone else, that rewired something in me. I know her. I know her better than anyone. Better than he ever will. He’s not built for her. Not really. Not when things get hard. Not when she burns. And Aria burns. She deserves someone who won’t flinch. Someone who knows that love isn’t neat, or easy, or safe. It’s messy. Inconvenient. It takes your spine and snaps it in two. It sets your soul on fire and dares you to walk through the flames for it.

My soul. My fists were clenched and the flames in my chest was burning passionately, but the heat was no longer comforting me. My thoughts battled each one louder than the last, powerful than the other, like I was on fire. It felt like a fire trying to consume me. This wasn’t just about saving Fabian or the kingdom, it was about me, about keeping hold of myself

the voice responded. "Ohhh... so what are you? The soul or the body?" "The soul, of course." "Oh... yeah, right." she blinked. "That was a dumb question to ask." "What do you see in the place where you are?" "Nothing but an iron gate that burns every time I try to touch it. Also, there are several dark burning candles over here." the soul answered. "Why do you keep touching it if it burns?" "That's because I don't have a choice. My voice goes sore sometimes, so banging on the gate is the only option I have left."

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

There is something wrong with these people and one could tell immediately by just one look at this leader of theirs. “You’ve just made things a lot more interesting.” His grin returned to a normal smile, making his mouth appear narrower, which I was thankful for. He withdrew his hand from the bar and what I saw next was so disturbing that, had I not been through some serious trauma already, I’d probably call it the most horrifying thing I have seen in my entire life. His hand was burned down not only to the muscle, but to the bone. The tendons were seared and stuck together and the bones were white and slightly covered with burned skin and fascia. The guard standing beside him noticeably sta

I had to get up and get out of this place, but my body refused to respond to me. I couldn't leave. Not when my soul was still in this place. Dammit. “Hey.” I jerked my head up at the sound of her voice, the air left my lungs as I found her before me. “Vivienne.” I bolted out of my chair, going still for a second as every muscle in my bruised and aching body screamed in pain. The chairs in the waiting room were also not very comfortable for a person who had been submerged in freezing water.

Back in the car, every second was agony for Connor. His fists were clenched tight on his thighs, tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. He stared unblinking at the crumbling building ahead. "Connor, relax. It'll be fine, don't worry," one of the guys said. "Yeah, there's no way it'll kill her. We've calculated everything," another said. But their voices didn't register. Connor couldn't even bring himself to speak. Then, all at once, he shot up and made for the burning building.