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She seemed to be out cold, and his stomach knotted as he thought of how she might react when she woke. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. He hadn't known it would happen this way, but he was glad she was finally his, even if she didn't know it yet. It would take time, but the darkness would become a part of her, until she was as strong as he was now, a full 'Shadowsouled', as the few of her kind that knew of their existence called them. Her former kind, he corrected, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around her. He'd grow stronger from his too, much stronger, and some of that power would flow through to his brothers in turn, and their cousins, t

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

I say to her when she shrieks at me and I chuckle at her as I turn and walk away, but stop when I see Gaia point at Bethany. “Oh, I thought you would have learnt your lesson last time. Human. Such a pity. Your soul and those who have followed you will feed my gate. The monsters are ravenous for your corrupted souls.” She chuckles as she turns, flicking her blonde ponytail behind her as she cat walks towards me and I shake my head at her. “Oh, I forgot. Bethany. Why don’t you tell your good friend Sephone what happened to Shanti? I bet she is dying to know the truth.” Her eyes flash a bright red and I turn to look at Sephone, who blinks and looks at Bethany.

I hold up a hand to him as I start to feel every bone in my body cracking, not braking so much as reshaping into something else, but the heat it’s bringing is entirely too overwhelming. As I’m withering on the ground in pain Westley and Keen are coxing me to hold on that it’s not going to be much longer. At least that’s what I think they were saying, because I couldn’t hear them I could only feel the emotions that they are radiating towards me. The only words that take shape in my brain are Keen’s tell me “whatever you do don’t pass out Rose bud, just hold on my love use my strength just draw it towards you through our mate bond.” I’m holding onto my consciousness for dear life drawing his s

As if she couldn’t accept the truth even though it was already plastered right before her eyes. The question made The8 laugh but he tried to keep it lowkey, “You’re still a human but your body and soul is already programmed as a Soulwaker. Think of yourself having two different personalities. The Xiao from Earth and Xiao, the Soulwaker. Those two are different but you are united in one body. That explains some things are out of your control. Have you ever experienced doing something that you didn’t want to do but you still did?” he probed, making Xiao to reminisce what she has done just earlier.

Jumping up he ran to to the door of the hospital room yelling for a doctor to come before rushing to Summer's side once more. "Summer?" Asher whispered staring into Summer's bright blue eyes. "Is this a dream?" Blinking Summer looked around the room taking it all in as Asher waited for a reply. "Where am I?" She rasped turning her gaze back to Asher. "Do you remember anything?" Asher asked instead as his heart began to pound in his chest. Summer shook her head, "No," she responded frowning. "By the way, who are you?" THE END

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

“The corrupted soul isn’t random. It learns, it probes, it manipulates. Every manifestation leaves traces, and those traces tell us where it’s been, what it’s targeting, and… sometimes, hints at its origin.” Avery leaned closer, studying the black currents. “Origin?” she asked softly. Kael’s jaw tightened. “Yes. Souls don’t usually behave like this. Not with intelligence, not with this… persistence. Something about it is unusual. There’s a memory, or a relic of life, embedded in its corruption. Something driving it beyond simple instinct. We need to find it.” Her pulse quickened. “So it’s not just… a rogue soul?”

Still, its owner put up one final struggle to hold on to the dream - his pair of juicy pink lips quivered, releasing a whimpering, pleading meowl, as if he were a pitiful little kitten bullied by his owner until it had no choice but to beg for mercy. Yet, ironically, it was exactly this one soft sound that made everything come crashing down, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake. 💠 Author Note 💠 As this arc is nearing its end, I’ve started to brainstorm the next arc. As for what arc the next arc will be… dun, dun, dun! You guys have chosen the anima arc: Noah arrives into a magical world of animal lovers, where every person is accompanied by the manifestation of their soul – an anima

he asked, grinning when Ash nodded. Sam placed his hand on his chest, watching Ash do the same, closing his eyes when Ash did. He reached down into himself, marvelling at how deep he plunged his awareness, he had never done this before and the feeling of his body brushing against his soul was absolutely breathtaking. He stopped when he reached it, not even pausing before he extracted a small sliver of himself, more ready than he ever thought he would be to replace it with his mate's. He gasped when he lifted it out of place, not expecting to feel so empty. His first instinct was to release it back into himself from the grip he held that piece of his soul in before he remembered what he was