Soul King Novels & Stories

He called me again. "You’re my dearest daughter," he said, but in my chest I felt a sharp knife pressed as if my soul screamed 'no', "the one who will bring victory to heaven, the one who will defeat the cruel black king who took humans as nothing but slaves. You are the one who will set them free" he spoke every time and even if I tried to leave, even if I wanted to deny, my eyes would shine in gold, my body would rise to the heavens in front of that cathedral - and in my body it would leave one more mark. Your brand.

Jeongi smiles and fondly taps your nose as he whispers. "He found love." Present When they said they'd bring a sorcerer, you expected an old frail grandfather with a long grey-ash beard and a blue pointy dark blue hat. Maybe a wiggly stick too in his hand. Not a gorgeous looking young man whose features seemed to be spawned by Aphrodite's fingertips herself. Lionell Draziw is his name. A tall man with flawless skin, pink lips, and a pair of mesmerizing crystal blue eyes. He has two adorable dimples that puncture your heart every time he sends you a little smile.

Map Of The Soul . Written by Authoress Kamara . Chapter 5: His Fear . Kai’s head rested in his hand, propping it up by his chin as he struggled to stay attentive during the lecture. The professor, a short, old man with a talent for sounding incredibly boring, was talking on about something-Kai barely took in a word of what he was saying. His eyelids felt leaden, threatening to close and swallow him in a much needed sleep. The issues with his soulmate has been plaguing him for weeks now and it was infuriating; he was kept awake at night thinking about it focusing on the now constant presence in the back of his mind.

“Do you have a choice in being the King? Of ruling over the council? Can you take off your disguise right here, right now, and announce your identity without fear of being swarmed by everyone at the park?” He was right…I didn’t have a choice. But I was different…and maybe, so was he. “I was born with a purpose, Kaleb.” I told him. “I was born to be the King. It’s not just my only choice, it’s my destiny.” “And I might not know what my destiny is or where my fate would lead me, but I know my purpose.” He told me just as seriously, never breaking eye contact. “I have a sister and she is terminally ill. I have to save her…if you are willing to help.”

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

They were called »WatchOut« and made good rocking music. »I hope we see Fynn! He's so hot!” Yes, that was the lead singer of this band and he was hot as hell. Kirsten continued to rave about him and I let myself be carried away and now hoped to meet Fynn too. I really wanted to be like Steve and ask him for a photo if we saw him.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

cut crystal decanter and drank deeply. As if he needed it. I inched toward the door, my heart beating so fast I thought I’d vomit. The cool metal of the door’s hinges bit into my fingers. If I moved fast, I could be out of the house and sprinting for the gate within seconds. He was undoubtedly faster—but chucking some of those pretty pieces of hallway furniture in his path might slow him down. Though his Wiz hat—with their delicate, pointed arches— would pick up any signal of movement from me. “Who are you?” I managed to say. His light golden hair was so similar to the color of his beast form’s pelt. Those giant claws undoubtedly still lurked just below the surface of his skin. “Sit,” he sa

He was one thought away from death. "You're the real Felix Zeller!" Kingston yelled in shock. Felix had bypassed all three of his soul barriers! That was impossible! Besides, he had even erased his soul power only to recover it later; that was truly unheard of! "The Black Soul Scout of the Hall of Souls. We finally meet," Felix said with a slight smirk. Now everything was under his control. Kingston couldn't even kill himself if he tried. "Let's remove your shackles first, then we'll talk. Spirit Eye!"