Soul Crushing Novels & Stories

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through

” he asked and turned on the radio before I could reply. let my baby stay by Mac DeMarco. It was the same song he played when we went hiking on Monday. Our song. So we sang along as he drove, and my mind drifted back to Monday. Before the blood moon. Before the chaos and deaths. Before the walls of my life crumbled. Many things happened before the blood moon. And the days went by too quickly. But the days after the blood moon moved slowly. It was still the second day, but I felt depleted as someone who mourned for a year.

He still insisted on staying just outside the door, even after I teased him that running might loosen him up a bit. Running didn’t bring me peace of mind anymore, and today would be no different. No matter how fast I ran, I couldn’t outrun the soul crushing despair that was closing in on me. It crashed into me as soon as I stepped off the treadmill, dropping me to my knees. I clutched at it as it burrowed into my chest, hollowing me out from the inside until I was curled up on the floor sobbing.

I crept my way down the hallway and splinters of the past faced me as shards of glass. I recalled one afternoon when Jasmine dreamed of being superior. I could hear her voice, a gentle authoritative voice, say, "I shall be above all, no matter what it takes." Her desire haunted me in my mind. But instances of betrayal followed. I recalled a heated argument between Jasmine and someone whose voice was laced with pretentious love. "I trusted you, Jasmine," the voice had said, "and you broke my heart." I chilled as the vision dissolved.

Michael's voice rang out from behind, followed by Maria’s giggles. Even as I stepped into the street, even as I walked further away, they mocked me from the window. Their voices chased me all the way home. By the time I reached my house, I could barely breathe. My chest felt tight, like my ribs were caving in, crushing whatever was left of me. I collapsed behind the door, pulling my knees to my chest, my body shaking with sobs. I cried for hours. Yelled into the emptiness. But no matter how much I screamed, I couldn’t drown out the echoes of their laughter in my head.

he says, his voice strained as if he’s trying to reach the person I used to be. "I don’t know!" I scream, the sound tearing from my throat, feeling like a desperate plea to the universe. It feels as if I’m screaming at myself, the realization of my own transformation crashing over me like a wave. Tears stream down my face as I look at him, my heart racing, each beat echoing the turmoil within me, my soul feeling crushed under the weight of everything I’ve endured.

Charles’s bloodshot eyes were misty. “Lulu, you have no right to ask for a divorce.” His quivering voice was laced with sadness, as if I was the one in the wrong. I pushed him away and sat up as I asked coolly, “Did you change your cologne?”

We complete each other, yet we are incomplete. Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be there for each other, I promise to remember every word, every feeling, and every smile of yours.

He some how lost more coloring in is face at my calm words “Ground Spears!” I shouted angrily punching up into the air. The soldiers that surrounded us were now high up on the points of the spears with blood gushing and dripping down the jagged rocks, more groans and moans of pain filling the air which was tainted with the scent of blood. “Soul Snatch!” I ripped the wispy soul out of the body, and he looked terrified. “Soul’s Doom!” Just like before, a white demon charged right at him and shredded his soul to many little pieces. The spears disappeared a moment later, and I was encircled by bodies.

Each word was like a poisoned needle, stabbing deep into his broken soul. When he heard Mystic Vale threaten Amelia with his broken soul, and heard Amelia's suppressed grief and trembling, he used all the soul power he had left to try to scream, to try to stop them. But the runes of the Soul-Binding Jade Cage suppressed his spiritual meridians, his throat gripped as if by invisible hands. No matter how he struggled, he could not make a sound, forced to watch helplessly, enduring a torment in his heart a thousand times worse than soul shattering.