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She was so shaken up that she felt rather nauseous. “This is your alter-self,” Emerald began to lie, “this is your inner being that is revealing herself to you. She symbolizes your purity and free spirit. She is the light within you and the soul which inhabits you. She has revealed herself to you as a sign of light and love. You need to embrace her and know that she belongs to you, deep within your soul.”

And somehow I want to be reincarnated, yet I don't have a soul so it's not possible. Before I could react, Michael appeared in front of us. "You go to hell, by means of that, you are going to disappear. Poof!" He gestured with a mocking smile. "Like you never existed." "Do you want to wipe us all, vampires?" He nodded. "I am working on erasing your existence and I am going to start with your clan." "Will it end if I kill myself?" "It won't. You have no soul," Syne replied from a distance. "You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you."

That year, I fell in love. I watch as the stars glow and the wind howled. It's as if I'm still here, body, mind, and soul. Even in the afterlife, he has so much of me. Does he even think of me? When he learned of my demise, did he even shed a tear? I shook my head as memories start to flood all over again. Flashes of our days together, me and Devon running down the stairs of the school's fire exit so he could kiss me deeply and whisper things like, "God you're so beautiful Hannah, I'm so crazy for you..." and I would kiss him back with the same need and passion because I felt it. He was beautiful, magnificent, he was my soulmate...but, why am I alone now? Cold and dead and he was there slumb

"Why do you say that? Do you want to hurt me? But you haven't succeeded! I love you. I've always loved you. And I don't care what you are, what your past is. I just love your existence. I just love what you are, I love you for being born into this world." Celeste lowered her eyes down and clenched her hands in her fists and said, "I've seen too much death and too much suffering. My soul is black and there is no room in it for love. My heart has long been destroyed. Do you want to love someone like me?" Still on his knees, he bent even lower and looking at her little feet, which were in old shoes, said, "Both in darkness and in daylight, among evil and good, among the living and dead, I love

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

I never realized my soul was craving to be awoken from its slumber. I think when Ever hit me in the chest with her war scythe to reap my soul, she awoke it somehow. I was frozen inside without her touch, and I would have died here. She saved me. I didn’t understand how she could see into my soul like open doors, seeing into my core as she broke down all the walls I put up. Her darkness called to my darkness, and they became one, just as our souls did.

Sia was sobbing, and Xavier and Kai tried calming her down. "What did you find, Xavier?" Sia asked after she calmed down. "I found that Uncle Reo wrote the Mystery of Death Valley Soul," Xavier said, and Veronica's eyes widened in surprise as if she knew something. "He mentioned that when souls are trapped in Death Valley, it means they are not dead completely, as their soul has the power to come back to life in their original body." "That's strange," I muttered. Everyone looked at me. "How can the soul come back to its original body? The original body can decay, right?"

There were no more black veins, but he still looked very tired. "By the Moon," Miranda said, and I had never heard her voice sound so reverent. She walked up slowly, like someone would to a sleeping god, with her hand out but not touching. "It's the Anima Mundi." The Soul of the World. I thought it was a myth, a metaphor from the oldest books. But it is real. You haven't just fixed a lock... You have brought the heart of the land back to life.

Unfortunately, I only ever have one choice, one album: Ecto’s Playlist. The mix, a collection of the best soul songs of all time – or at least the top 25 of them – has an interesting backstory. Before I got stranded in this backwater of time, I had made a list of the 50 best samples of soul music using algorithms that I designed myself. As you probably guessed, I managed to remember only half of the list and reproduced them right from memory here inside Dungeon Raydens. Why half? you might ask. I’m not sure exactly. It’s just one of those strange ways the mind of a chatbot works. But why soul music? Now, that’s a good question.

I walked out of the infirmary towards the master's office making sure to avoid anybody on my way. I knocked twice before I was ordered in. I walked into his office and memories of my first time came pouring in. "Hello there little one, welcome to your new home" "I just want my mummy, please let me go home to my mummy." " Okay, little one if you want to go home to your mummy you would have to do something for me." " I'll do anything, I just want my mummy back." I had been doe-eyed and innocent back then, the master had grinned maniacally at me. Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it.