Soul Cleanser Novels & Stories

"The power you have locked inside is reacting to the imbalance of the world. You are a vessel that is too full, Raven. If we do not clean the water, the jar will break." She opened her eyes. They weren't amber anymore; they were a swirling, milky white, like the center of a storm. "What do I do? I’ve tried breathing, I’ve tried the focus..." "The focus is for the mind," I told her. "This is for the soul. We must perform a purification rite. We must clear the echoes of the past so you can stand in the present." I led her to the center of the mosaic. I didn't use salt this time. I used four bowls of clear mountain water, placed at the cardinal points. I knelt in front of her.

James said, “I believe you, but I don’t trust the powerhouses waiting outside. Just in case, I’d like to cleanse your soul memory and erase the memories of your time here.” James’ decisive voice shook Leilani’s heart. When she heard this, Leilani took a few steps backward. To cleanse one’s soul and erase its memories was damaging to the soul. It would be difficult for her to enter the Acme Rank in the future after her soul was tarnished.

She treated it like a guest that needed to be acknowledged before it could leave. After a moment, she reached under the counter and pulled out a small glass bottle filled with coarse pink salt and dried rose petals. “What’s that?” “Cleansing salt. You crumble it into a bath, light two candles, and soak. It pulls out the rot. Clears the psychic gunk. Especially from family wounds.” “Psychic gunk,” I repeated, almost smiling. “Don’t mock the terminology. It’s a technical term.” I looked at the bottle, but I shook my head.

"Mister Wolf, one Cleansing Pill is far from enough! The Thompsons are willing to pay more. Can you please sell all four of them to us?" Angus stepped forward hesitantly. He could tell that Yonas really wanted a Cleansing Pill. If the Thompsons were only allowed to purchase one pill, the pill would not end up in Yonas' possession. Since the Cleansing Pills had the effect of cleansing the internal circulation of younger individuals and enhancing their flexibility, it would be ideal if the Thompsons could purchase all four of the pills.

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The wipes are to clean yourself from the soda and I always have some spare shirts. "Thank you," I say quietly as I kiss her cheek before taking the offered items. I turn my back to her, removing my now ruined shirt and wipe my skin clean on the soda. I was having trouble with cleaning my back when I felt soft hands take the wipe from me. I look over my shoulder and meet eyes with Jennifer. She's gentle with wiping the sticky remains of the soda, almost caressing. Once she's done, she steps back, clearing her throat. "Sorry," she murmurs shyly and I turn to face her. "Devon, please."

Stralath hummed a human song as the elevator slid below ground, and Cleona shot him a strange look which he ignored. He liked earthling music which showed creativity and spirit. He'd stayed up late scrolling the internet and uploaded an extensive playlist to the "insight device" attached to his skull. Coco cleared her throat, and he reluctantly tapped the disc behind his ear, shutting off the rhythmic sound waves rolling through his mind. "The fisheri won't talk, and we've tried everything short of torture." Coco rocked back on her heels.

I slowly lowered it and watched as the clear water ate up the dark skin, leaving it white and luminescing. Flawless. As though I’d never been hurt. Never suffered. “Cleansing Place.” I said the words aloud. Realizing their significance. There truly was something different about this sacred water. It washed away my hurts. And the rocks at the bottom were soft like pillows under my feet. The water cooled me but wasn’t chilly. Giving me just enough of what I needed to be soothed. I closed my eyes and purred to myself taking in the soothing touch of the water.

I whisper to him, and he hiccups. Varien looks up at me, and I smile at him. "I, Reyna Andrew, cut ties Fallow Pack," I announced. I feel my sore, beat-up body into a new bond between me and Varien. "Let's go Varien."

But Payal turned to the other side. Rakesh got up and brought the violin from inside the camp and started playing it. First its tune was light and calm and later it turned up and its tune and melody just started mixing an environment, running stream, tall trees and calm greens. Payal was feeling this tune. Like it was anchored her heart and she felt like current is running down her spine. She was feeling every single wave disturbance by this tune. As Rakesh stoped playing the tune. And as Payal switched off from her imaginations. She shouted "shit, its burned out"