Soul Cries Novels & Stories

Yet, another part of him didn't want to know the reality of why he was lying in a hospital bed and couldn't come back, refusing to open up the memories buried deep within. Henry’s soul had torn apart in the middle. Blurry images and screaming voices. Loud gunshot… ‘Why?’ ‘....etter die….’ ‘.....on’t leave m…’ ‘...please…’

Sukhon aur dukhon wali Saari saugaton mein Sang tujhe rakhna hai Sang tujhe rakhna hai Tere sang rehna Meri duniya mein bhi Mere jazbaaton mein Teri milti nishani kahin Jo hai sabko dikhani kahin Mai toh jaanti hu marke bhi Mujhe aati hai nibhani kahin Woh hi karna hai jo hai kehna Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi. (O... I didn't find those spiritual eyes anyplace I didn't find that glowing face anyplace Neither I found those heartfelt talks Nor that fresh youthful attractiveness anyplace I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like You

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

I felt something restraining me, and there was something stuffed in my mouth. Voices drifted in from outside. "Just dump her here. No one usually comes around." "She's such bad luck. I can't believe she gave out already! I was expecting her to hold out at least a little while longer. What a waste of my prototype. And all the medication too! Ugh. Let's just go, Miles." My eyes stung with tears when I heard their conversation, but I couldn't even cry. What had Miles said before? Didn't he say that I wouldn't die? That he'd take care of me for the rest of my life? And this was how things turned out? How ridiculous!

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.

I never even noticed that I'd dislocated or broken at least half of all my fingers. I couldn't afford to fall down the steps. If I did, I would have to climb all the way back up again. Finnegan didn't even bat an eye. He just glared at me coldly, giving me a look, as if chiding me for trying to act pitiful with him to gain his sympathy. Tears streamed down my face. I admitted defeat and started climbing back up again. "I was wrong… I was wrong…" The sound of the gong was loud and crisp at the top of the mountain. The chapel yard was quiet, and the multiple statues there finally peeked out at me without revealing themselves completely.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

I’m alone. The tiny shred of composure snaps. The scream comes from deep in my soul. It rips through me like lightning through the sky on a stormy night. I have no throat for it to burn. I have no lungs to refill with air that doesn’t exist. I just scream and let what’s left of me fall apart.

I threw my head back and I howled like I’d never howled before. A raw, unfiltered cry tore from my soul. At first, the sound was small, strangled, barely a whisper against the wind. But then it grew—raw, aching, a cry of grief and longing that tore through the night. It wasn’t just a howl. It was a confession. A surrender. I howled for my family, for my pack, for her. For everything I had lost and everything I would never have. The sound echoed into the night, swallowed by the wind and snow, as I laid my soul bare under the watchful gaze of the moon.

I was about to tell you how displeased I am with your plans of attacking Crescent Blood for the mate you so desire, if you take that stand, not only will you lose but you will die Hayden, you will die without that mate you crave and so will the people around you, take a look around you, look at the lake, the orbs, take moment, close your eyes and listen ] I do as I'm told, there's silence for a minute then mourful and very eerie cries push through the silence which gives me goosebumps and make me shiver, the heck? {{ What was that? }} [ that dear one was the cries of my children, the lake is made up of tears of those who lost loved ones in one way or the other before their time, the orbs you