Soul Cleanser Novels & Stories

She sighed and pushed her bag into the locker, then she grabbed a nylon bag she had there, put in the clothes she would be wearing, and walked towards the old locker room in the abandoned building, hoping the water was still flowing. When she got there, she grabbed the white towel she had placed in the nylon with her clothes and took off her clothes, wiping off herself with her pink top. Now to forget she had a nasty headache this morning, and now this. This day couldn't get any messier or so she thought. She grabbed the large container of detergent that had been left there and washed her clothes in the sink, opening the faucet and letting it wash away the stench and vomit. After she was sur

"Before what?" "I'm scared of myself! ...that I wake up and everything is still the same as it is now! It hurts so much... Why does it hurt so much? ....nothing but emptiness and the worst pain... how can a person you love... leave something like that behind!.... i just don't want to wake up and feel like this again!!! ....I can't TJ anymore!" "Shhhhh, stop talking like that! I'll stay here with you until you sleep again! I drive away all the demons and spirits he left behind and you are just safe with me…. OK?"

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

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“Yes, I'm glad you understand me. Without her forgiving you, the antidote is as good as useless. ” The healer added the last of the leaves he was plucking to a bowl and crushed the entire mixture into a soap. Handing it to Alpha Amal, he said, “Wash your face with this, your hands and feet. There is a bathtub over there for your use, and sage is burning in there. When you are done, I will give you a bundle of sage to use for the next few days. In three days, your cleanse should be complete. It may buy you some time. ”

Then she felt his hands on her, felt the soap on his palms as he rubbed it into her flesh. "Now, picture my hands on you as they are, and everywhere you feel me caress you, using the soap in my hands, picture that part of your past being washed away, cleansed. Envision it flow from your body and down into the tub with the water. Watch as it twirls at the bottom of the tub, the darkness sliding down the drain and out into the sewer to mix with the rest of the world's waste. Witness it leaving you and let it go. Don't hold onto it. Just, let it go."

As time went on, the people began returning to their senses. They shivered as they looked around them blindly, getting a terrible fright at the gory sight around them. The expressions of the people who had already begun to evolve creased with agony. They collapsed to the ground as they cried out, jerking around wildly until all the life drained out of them and they were reduced to a pile of rotting, putrid flesh. Wilbur let out a long breath. His face was pale as a sheet as if he had just run a marathon. The Soul Cleanse was a spell only meant to be cast on a single person, but Wilbur had used his powers of belief to expand it to a group spell. This had also drained all the power of faith he

It glowed subtly in his hand. “What is that?” I whispered. “Blackgold Florentis,” he said. “A cleansing soap made for recovering mages. Burns away the stinking odor of the miasma, restores the mana, and stabilizes the Core.” He rubbed it between his hands, and the water around us gleamed faintly. It was a beautiful sight. A glowing gold sunset with the love of my life. The soap had a rich amber, night lotus, and something more sharp, and it made me more lucid.

Calla's POV: “I release the chaos. I let go of poison. I am not her,” I whispered, eyes closed. The morning air was soft and calm and I knelt in the Blackwell garden with a metal bowl filled with dried sage, lavender, and a few herbs Greta had angrily hissed were for "pasta, not paganism." I lit the corner, and as the fire caught, the smoke began to curl like fingers around me. My aunt used to do cleansing rituals. She said it helps clear thick, dark energies.

I was being cleansed. The darkness and resentment that seeped deeper into my soul slowly washed away. I was slowly being reborn. So this was how people returned to their pure state. I looked at my glowing self. When the light subsided, the bloody traces that I could not wash away was now gone. The pale and sickly skin was now supple and fresh. My sticky and wet hair from blood was now silky and clean. My soul becomes pure with no attached resentment in this world. I felt light like I could fly anywhere.