Novel & Cerita Soul Crushing

One of them was being unemotional and he couldn't care less if it made him someone with a heart of stone. But the self-betrayal of the nine-month time span displayed the result on him. He broke his own theory of living and his traitor mind caused him to hope, wish, and anticipate. He became numb when nine month's desires, aspirations, and expectations were crushed in just one event. His face was still hard and stoic but inside he was breaking. The impact of the big loss hit him like the fiery breath of a dragon. His heart was shattering in the tiniest pieces.

Time becomes their tormentor, as a soul cannot endure for more than an hour within the suffocating embrace of the vault. The effects of the Soul Dungeon's essence are readily apparent in its victims. Their once vibrant and rosy complexion fades to an eerie pallor, while their body grows cold to the touch. The life sparks within them dims and wanes, until ultimately it is extinguished, leaving behind only a lifeless husk. The Souls Dungeon stands as a testament to the depths of suffering that can be inflicted upon the human spirit. It is a place where hope goes to die, and where the remnants of life are cruelly extinguished, leaving behind nothing but eternal darkness.

But he forgot about Amber's bleeding heart. She invited those people inside for a meal. When the group saw our lavish home decor, the hatred on their faces intensified. While she still felt proud of her charitable actions, some of them had already started moving. The first casualty was Dad's beloved porcelain vase in the living room. In the apocalypse, decorative pieces were worthless, but watching it shatter still made his face darken visibly. Three people couldn't hold back a mob. Before long, everything inside and outside our house had been smashed to pieces.

He set the glass down too hard, the bottom hitting the cheap countertop with a sharp crack—not enough toshatter it, but enough to leave a spiderweb of damage, a hairline fracture that ran through the glass, mirroring the cracks that splintered his own soul. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment,!ghting back the urge to lash out, to break something, anything, just to feel something other than this su#ocating despair. "You done?" he rasped, his voice nearly gone, raw with pain. Each syllable felt like dragging sandpaper across his throat.

A voice, not her own but intimately familiar: They will call it a curse, but it was meant as mercy. Avery staggered back. Kael caught her before she fell. “What did you see?” “Someone like me,” she breathed. “Another Soulbound.” Kael’s expression hardened. “That’s impossible. The records—” “The records are lies,” she snapped, then stopped herself. Her voice trembled. “She was trying to contain it. The Vein. It broke apart because it refused her command.” Kael’s eyes flickered with disbelief, but his silence was telling — he didn’t argue.

Something is wrong. -Decay. Crumbling death. Loss. Crushing me, pulling at my breath, my strength, the very earth beneath me weak and failing as Shaylee cried out in pain- No way was I holding back. Sassafras's right time to act had just shown up. ***

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

"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?"

He muttered under his breath closing the door behind him as he barged into the familiar space, his heart rapidly drumming against his chest as his brain struggled to remain focus… the walls all around him spinning out of control as he growled irritably… “Ahh! What the fuck is going on… my head… ahh!” Victor slumped onto to cold tiled floors; pulling on his hair in sheer mental torment, yelling in confusion as a series of images invaded his subconscious mind… his thoughts were thrown into complete and utter chaos as trails of red liquid poured out from the corners of his orbs… his eyes were bleeding. ********************

“And so I am doing this to save yourself. Not for you. Not for me. But for our mother.” She heard the Soulwaker said, ringing through her head the last word she had spoken, as the sound waves became even louder. It made to the point where her head started to hurt. The sound waves were loud enough to make her eardrums pop out. Snowball was removed from her embrace as it dropped down to the floor and rolled off. She then covered her ears for protection. She couldn’t withstand the sound, it was so loud, making her scream in pain as the music started showing off and coursing through her system. The music felt so weird and foreign because she couldn’t recognize the lyrics, or rather what was the