Soul Cries Novels & Stories

Soheila teased as she wanted to ease the feelings of these two spirit beasts. “Stop joking! You're hurt!” Sylvie looked at Soheila's body. “Badly hurt...” She murmured. Her tears won't stop falling and her sobs could be heard all around the cave. Seeing Sylvie like this, Little Black cried louder. “I'm okay, besides I'm a great alchemist remember? I could heal myself immediately.” Soheila's heartfelt warmth as she felt that the two spirit beasts in front of her were like her parents. ”I'm fine,” Soheila sigh when the two spirit beasts still didn't stop crying.

My screams grow louder, filling the silence, as my heart pounds ferociously in my chest. My throat burns from the tears and the raw screams that escape me, and in that moment, I realize I have more tears inside me than words to express my pain. So, I cry. I cry until my eyes feel heavy and no more tears can flow. I’m not just crying for Richie; I’m crying for myself, for my dad, and for every single thing that has been weighing heavily on my heart. Each sob feels like a release, an acknowledgment of the struggles I’ve been facing, and I allow myself to feel every bit of it.

"I'll be asking the questions here. You don't deserve to know anything! You stupid little bitch!" I don't have the capability to scream, shout or even cry. I sigh with exhaustion. "Just do it already! Why are you playing it out? I'm going to die, we both know that. Just do it already. It's getting kind of boring." Soul looks at me stumped and shocked, before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Now, I didn't expect that from such a weak little whore like you! I expected you to beg for your life!" He slowly starts to calm down.

the little ghost says as her voice echos throughout the cave. The souls swim underneath the surface of the water. Some look happy and others look broken. The happy ones are pink and the sad ones are blue. The red souls are angry. This must be how these people died in their final moments. They must have died with these last emotions in their hearts. They look like tadpoles dancing and spiraling in the water. Their dance is beautiful and painful to watch. I put my hand in the water and thousands of souls jump at a chance to be released from the spell of the water.

First, Lucian’s howl. It was not the commanding cry of an alpha. It was the raw, shattered sound of a soul being torn in two. A note of pure anguish that vibrated through the earth, through the air, through the fading threads of my awareness. It was a sound that promised storms that promised blood, which promised the world would burn if it had taken me.

I am left screaming into the void, my grief and pain echoing through the empty room. In the depths of my anguish, I unleash a primal scream that reverberates through the room. It tears through the air, an anguished cry escaping from the depths of my soul. The sound that erupts from me is raw, unfiltered, and filled with a torrent of emotions that words alone cannot express.

' He sat and waited a moment before making himself known. "My heart is only flesh and everything that dies just fades away. Yet we throw away forever. Life singing by the soul screams out. It's calling for a lover. I see the falling in the distance and feel it in my soul. I live and try to hear the melody that calls me home. Life calls for a lover and you will live forever." Elysium couldn't help but applaud. "That was so gorgeously sung, I'm in actual tears!" Nyx wiped her eyes. "I know. I sing from my soul."

blue soul:- it all in your hand, it your life do what you want, your life has only your control, even I can't control your life either god, I believe in you master you will find a right answer for you, I sould sleep now, don't let it overtake your soul, because if your soul hurt than it may cause bad effect on me too. ariel trying to sleep but he starts singing a song, if you just see through my soul, I wonder what will you find, I want to become glass so you can see what I am made of. what you see, my beating heart or pain and suffering. I might be cold to you but I can't see your hope wasted in vain. whenever I gain memories, I still think it is not enough, for you and me I want to become

A cry ripped from my throat, raw, broken, unrestrained. It was the sound of a mother mourning, of a girl condemned, of a soul breaking into pieces.

It was a cry that refused to be silenced, a cry that demanded acknowledgement and release. Tears streamed down the screamer's face, mingling with the anguish etched upon their features. Their body trembled, as if bearing the weight of a lifetime of pain and suffering. The sound seemed to emanate from the depths of their soul, carrying with it the echoes of past hurts and present struggles.