Soul Crushing Novels & Stories

A dance won't hurt right. I nodded. He grabbed my hand and we started dance. It was a music where people have to grind on each other. I danced like i've never danced before. I felt someone's eyes burning holes into my soul, but I ignored it and continue to dance with the guy. That night I broke my promises to never drink alcohol. But I drank like I never drank before. I don't know how we manage to come home save. But thank God we did. ___________ Hope you liked it!!

Crying in the Club - Camila Cabello 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 My body immediately weakened, I'm not ready to face another disaster. For whatever reason, my body and soul are tired of facing calamities that continue to eat away at my entire body. I'm tired. Oh my God ... I wanted to scream, but my body was too weak to scream.

She screamed as she walked out of her room. The pain was so much; she felt like her soul was being crushed, and there was nothing more painful than that, which was probably why she zoned out plenty of times. She knew that she couldn’t hold up anymore, the monster in her was getting stronger and stronger at each try, and she had to end this swiftly and perfectly.

Along with it came soul crushing pain, the weight of a thousand sorrows had descended upon me, a suffocating blanket of anguish that pressed down upon my chest, making it hard to breathe. The finality of it all was a devastating blow, a crushing realization that this moment, this fleeting, fragile instant, was the culmination of everything we'd shared, everything we'd built, and everything we'd loved. The weight of that understanding settled upon me like a physical force, a suffocating pressure that threatened to crush me beneath its unyielding weight. I felt the ground beneath me giving way, the very foundations of my world crumbling into dust as I stared, he

I can’t share my soul with anyone, ask any wolf out there, they wouldn’t appreciate having their soul shared with anyone, even if that someone was Milo, no matter how big my crush on him was, it’ll never be enough to make up to the fact that my soul isn’t mine anymore, having to share her was driving me to insanity, and I thought I was insane before, this is driving me insane. Everyone keeps on telling me that I should stop being a jerk, I should stop being so sad, so angry, I have to just get over it, I have to be okay with everything, but I wasn’t okay with any of it, none of it made sense to me, no matter what’s going on, no matter what happens next.

Like shattering glass and shooting agony pierced into her soul. 𝑶𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔.

Soul Extraction Soul Extraction was an ability that was not best explained by its title. Rather than extracting the soul of a target, what Soul Extraction did was to allow an Asura to inherit the power and will of those they killed. The person didn’t have to be fully dead either; as long as their hearts were crushed, the Asura would inherit everything. Some speculated that this was the reason why Asuras were generally insane, for it was no easy feat to see the lives and heart of every person one killed and still be normal.

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.

“They recognize you.” “Not me,” Veyra said. “What I carry.” She glanced at the faint gold still lingering beneath her skin, where the Vein’s mark had burned her. The Choir’s song shifted — now words were forming, fragmented and distorted, but clear enough to grasp. The current remembers. The Soulbound stirs. The cycle breaks. The sound pressed against her skull until her knees almost buckled. She forced herself upright, her voice cutting through the rising resonance. “Where is she?”