Soul Crushing Novels & Stories

"Uncle Rexton, this is a Soulcrush Charm. Great Uncle Arnaud has clearly said that no one in the Ballard Estate is allowed to use spiritual charms of this level. If you disobey and you're exposed, then—" The Ballard apprentices on the ground were all terrified when they saw the blue paper charm. The Soulcrush Charm was a charm unique to the Ballards. As the level of cultivation between the makers of spiritual charms differed, their power also varied greatly. The Ballard apprentices had only been using a Dreamsoul Charm earlier. However, as their level of cultivation was too low, the power of the spiritual charms they formed was also very limited. However, the spiritual charm that Rexton was

I yelled subconsciously and trying to break out from the trap I think I'm in. Someone was kneading my butt from behind and I tried to find Cole or is that everyone looks like Cole? I breath hard, gasp as a gripping sensation flushes inside me. Unfortunately, everything is blurry, I feel weaker, subconsciously and so scared that I froze. Please... someone help me, I don't know what's happening to me. I can't think, horror wears me off and my heart keeps hammering. Everyone looks like a joker, they're scary and why?

Payal was reading his sad face silently as some kid is sad after his toy. While switching the mood and topic she said, "I had no idea you can play this violin so perfectly and beautifully." "But it is worthless to play it, if it could not move ones heart" "how could you say this, Rakesh" ""When someone was more interested in smelling burning fish how can I say that one person was so deeply lost in my tune" Payal got numb after listening his claim, then she burst into laughs. "why made you laugh this way Payal"

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it

We don’t like eating at the cafeteria since it gets very crowded and noisy. "I swear to God I’m gonna study hard this school year. I need to make up for my failing grades last year or else I feel like my mom’s gonna kick me out for real this time." I laughed at what Margaux said since I remember her saying that as well last school year. "I can’t believe you’re laughing at me, Calista, are you belittling me because you get good grades all the time? Get ready, I’m gonna kick you out of your number one spot." She joked and we laughed together.

LANDON: It was as if I was present in the room but my soul was fading away. My insides were crushing in pain; each organ feeling like someone ripped them out of place and held them in their hands while still connected to me, crushing it. My head spun and I kept hearing laughter in my head, making me feel like something wasn't right. It was like invisible whispers saying things only I couldn't understand anything as they were incoherent. The laughter got louder, making it hard to focus on what was real, and I felt like I was on the edge of losing my mind.

Maybe she was being dramatic, or maybe she was just being plain stupid, either way, she was sure she didn't deserve to feel this way. “No, Chloe! I don't think you do.” Hailey said. “Yes Chloe, you should listen to your friend,” Zach said. Chloe rolled her eyes with a grunt and then she saw a bottle of vodka starched in between the coffee maker and the toast machine. She walked to it and grabbed an empty neat red cup. She poured it into the cup, but it seemed like it was coming out too slowly, so she started to drink from the bottle, her throat burning as she drank it, down to her chest.

Anger was building inside me, I was about to explode but I controlled it. Nothing mattered because what I am trying so hard to put behind me is once again shoved straight at my face. Here it is, once again, the guilt, the self hate, the loneliness, the agonising pain hitting my chest in waves again. I felt like my whole body is crushing and my soul crumbling. I am falling once again and this time nobody is going to help me. I didn't want any help.

A symphony of silence crashing through my nerves. Too much. It’s too much. Agony isn’t the word. It’s annihilation. I convulse. The realm itself spasms – mountains groan, rivers run backwards, the sky weeps ichor again. My consciousness fractures further, shards slicing into the echoes of dying worlds. Can’t breathe. Can’t think. Just the endless, crushing wave of ending.

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.