Soul King Brook Novels & Stories

Forcefully. I try to hold him back. Can't. He takes over completely. When I speak again, it's not my voice. It's his. Deeper. Rougher. Ancient. "You are OURS." King's voice fills the room. "Scents can be imitated. Faked. Manipulated. But two souls seeing each other—that cannot be counterfeited." Rhea freezes. "Sable and I recognized each other," King continues. "That is the confirmation. The only one that matters. Not scent. Not words. Souls."

Brooke set a steaming vessel of black herbal infusion directly before my hands, stating, “The advance of the sun cycles eventually heals all flesh wounds. Does your mind possess any willingness to launch a journey into the distant wilderness? Perhaps what your internal wolf truly requires is a total change of territory environment.” My fangs sipped the bitter fluid, my features grimacing as the residual toxins of the high-proof whiskey rippled through my system. “Does your own schedule command the flexible hours required to accompany my paws across the outer borders?” Brooke’s lips curved into a supportive smile. “My line can easily request a temporary leave of absence from the archive secto

the older man snapped his finger, "you're still alive, dead spirit doesn't have energy colour like yours." So the older man found a protection spell from gods, then he saw Henry's soul was still connected to the world, meaning he was still alive. Henry looked at the toes of his shoes which looked dirty with dust and mud, his heart was beating fast. He could feel the pulse in his neck and the pounding of his heart beating against his ribs. "I- I'm still alive?" "Maybe the answer you are looking for is your memory and where is your body now," Tania's father's statement made Henry's thoughts swirl and feelings mixed.

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…

After saying that, he glanced at Kiera and Abigail again before saying with a wicked smile, "These two ladies have such alluring figures and slender legs. We should capture them and bring them with us so we can have a little fun with them. What say you guys?" "Brilliant idea!" "How considerate of you!" Theo's subordinates immediately became energetic when they heard that, and even the person who was a little worried earlier was no longer as worried as he worth before. Since their leader was a level nine profound master, there was nothing for them to be afraid of, not unless one of their opponents were as formidable as that of a warrior king. Nevertheless, they all believed that it was imposs

Two Brothers. One Soulmate . Chapter 39: Soulmates coming through . Williams remained silent as he listened to the song and watched Luca carefully. The boy had his eyes closed and was lip-syncing to the song. This song was familiar to Williams having listened to Justin Bieber before though listening to Luca sing the song, he thought his soulmate was doing it a lot better than the original artist.

The beast had burned my ash arrow, the only weapon that might have helped me fight back. Ash. The one known weakness of the wiz. The only reason humans had survived the ancient uprising. I scanned the forest for signs of the pale-barked tree with its wild sprays of branches, but saw nothing. The stillness around us was suffocating. Nothing stirred. Yet even in the quiet, the beast beside me felt more dangerous than anything that might have lurked among the trees.

Across the bed, Roman took her the way he always handled everything: with quiet control and detached precision, claiming her ass without a single word. We moved because we had to. Because that’s what was expected of us. Because the darkness inside needed a body to bleed into. But our minds… our souls… they were somewhere else entirely. Lost in the fantasy of the woman we couldn’t touch. The only one who could truly complete us. The only one who could tame the storm we had become. After the encounter, we left the brothel and got into the self-driving vehicle in silence. The silence had never been this heavy.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.