Soul Funny Novels & Stories

“You hesitated. And now the soul is lost to the Wraiths.” The voices rose again, overlapping in fury. Avery clenched their fists. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask to die, or to be—whatever the hell I am now. If you want soldiers, maybe don’t drag people off the street and expect them to kill on command.” The hall went dead silent. The reaper beside them swore softly under their breath. Then the central figure laughed. Not kindly. Not cruelly. Just amused. “Defiant,” the chorus murmured. “Unbroken. Interesting.”

Seraphina glowed, her eyes darting to my corner with triumphant glee. I’d had enough. I slipped away to the long bar set up in the conservatory. I bypassed the champagne, poured three fingers of neat Scotch, and swallowed it in one burning gulp. Peace was not an option. A cluster of Seraphina’s hangers-on—daughters of minor syndicate figures—swarmed over, their laughter sharp and pointed. “Look, it’s the Caruso ghost,” one sneered. “Why the long face? Jealous that your sister actually deserves her party?”

Maybe this guy is a quack? Deciding to see what he says, I click on it and the response pops up. It reads, "You can't out run it. It loves games, especially hide and seek so whatever you do, don't try to hide. When she catches you, she will make sure that you and your soul will never be seen again." Hitting respond, I email him back. "My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?"

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Aunty please give phone to your daughter I want to talk to her Soha gives phone to sukoon and whispered in her ear if you say something that will not good for you. Sukoon while looking at some takes the phone in her hands and said "Hello" Sukoon that was a bad joke, I will see you tonight I promise after today's night you unable to walk properly at least for a month saying that he cuts the call leaving sukoon in shock After call gets cut without any delay soha slapped sukoon on her cheek.she asked what was that sukoon? Mom I am not ready for this I can't do this

Carter looks at me, concerned that I am having some kind of mental breakdown. “What’s so funny?” he asks, taking my hands in his and I shake my head, biting my lip to control myself. “I wonder if I will sprout fur and start howling at the full moon and start using my foot to scratch behind my ear.” I say, breaking into a fit of laughter, but he doesn’t laugh with me. He looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed and he looks deep in thought. “Maybe, you have been marked by the Lycan King after all.” Well, that did it. I stopped laughing. My eyes going wide, and I’m pretty sure my eyebrows have just hit the ceiling.

Varien growls at him while hiccuping, and back chewing his finger. We both laugh at him, as I look at Adrian and smile. This feels right somehow...

The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!" I pouted, It's not my fault this host chose such a scythe! She could choose garden scissors yet choose this! I flipped my hair like nothing happened, "Huh, you must be scared so badly you started laughing like a maniac~ I can't help it if you're a baby~" "Eh?" ... "I just want to accumulate soul points but those souls I encountered keep laughing at my scythe! Laugh now because later you'll cry on my amazing scythe!" --- K Whatever

he suddenly snapped back to attention, leaning in with a look of intense, investigative seriousness. “Is it a… chuckle?” he whispered, his voice trembling with the weight of information. "Or a proper, full-bellied laugh that echoes through the room? The distinction's vital! A chuckle's just polite social lubrication, but a real laugh..." He placed a dramatic hand over his chest. "...a real laugh means there's a soul in there! A soul hidin' beneath all that starch an' impeccable tailorin'!"

While I’m living here, trying to get back on my feet, I remain cordial. “Soups on!” I yelled into the living room.We’re not actually having soup, but it’s a term I heard on television when I was eight years old and I’ve liked saying it ever since. Yeah, I’m that Dork. “Thank GAWD! I’m starrrving!” Liza rushed over in her ripped skinny jeans and bare feet. I looked at her for a second. Those bright blue eyes and wild curly Q red hair. I’d go crazy without her, I’m sure of it.