Soul Crushing Novels & Stories

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

"You don't control who or what I am." She laughs then—a profoundly disturbing sound that's not remotely human. Not even close to anything recognizable. It's guttural, echoing, multi-layered like a chorus of malevolent voices. Her voice fractures into impossible harmonics, like there's more than one entity speaking simultaneously from within her slender frame. "I'll crush your pathetic resistance like an insect beneath my heel," she snarls with terrifying conviction. "I'll systematically bury your insignificant soul so impossibly deep that you'll completely forget you ever existed in the first place."

Outside, the low hum of thousands of voices had turned into a rhythmic chant that vibrated through the floorboards. "I’m not signing a death warrant for half the city, Jax! The Montague loyalists are still armed, and the moment I dissolve the Triad, there is no law to stop the vendettas," Sofia snapped. She looked down at her hands. The sapphire cracks had faded into silver-white lines that looked like lightning frozen under her skin. She felt heavier than she ever had when she was carrying the power of the Soul-Gem. This was the weight of a pen, and it was far more terrifying.

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.

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

Kavinsky pulled her into a hug and she cried hard on his round neck top. "I can't do it", she finally said against his chest. "Shhh, it's okay", Kavinsky said, trying to calm her down as he rubbed her on the back. "No, the musical competition. I can't do it", she said again while pulling at her nose again. "What? Why?", Kavinsky asked and she moved out of his arms, face down. "I am just going to ruin it for you. I am bad luck", Kaylee said "No, you-", Kavinsky started but she cut him short

" oh? Won't you tell me why you spent an hour in the Shower, or are you... " " I think I have developed a crush on someone. " I suddenly said interrupting my cousin, Sia. " What! " She exclaimed Suprised. " When? , How and on Whom? " She asked. " Calm down Sister Sia, I only told you that I have a crush on Someone and not that I am getting married, alright? " I said. " I know but it's still a Surprising thing for you to admit that you've got a crush on someone, it doesn't happen every day, Kay? "

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.

Oh, and you're just a test subject for our research! Both her expression and her words stabbed at me like blades. She had taken everything from me—my identity, whom others had once looked up to, the results of my tireless efforts, and even the man that I loved. "Shut up!" I roared furiously. "Oh? Struck a nerve, did I?" Claudia sneered condescendingly. "Too bad. There's nothing you can do now. Well, unless the Swanson family finds you and breaks in to take you away now, that is."