Soul's Purpose Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

A person who has lost his, her purpose in life is dead. He or she is an empty shell that wanders the earth and feeds only on gossip and the evil impulses of his or her empty mind. A person without purpose or dreams is a person who lives by the misfortune of others. Why are people evil? Why do they love to mock those who never stop going after their dreams? The answer is obvious. Because only empty people do that. A person without a purpose has never known what it is to fall and what it is to take off. Such a person has experienced nothing in this life. Consequently, such a person is very dangerous to those around him. For this is the surest source of all trouble. Remember, when you followed

"Just shut up!" Prince Kayziel snapped, irritated "Must you know everything?!" Prince Ron frowned. Wasn't it just a question? Why was the Elf spirit so agitated? Before could retort, Hugh gazed at him with unexpected kindness, his eyes soft beneath the shadow of his hood. "The line guides the soul to its home," he explained quietly, ignoring Prince Kayziel’s glare. "Without it, there'll be no path for the soul to follow and both your souls may cease to exist. The line is necessary."

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he said. I held the book tighter, “Power like this isn’t stored in people for a reason,” I said, slowly opening the book. “It’s stored in inanimate vessels for a reason—books, stones, crystals—because they don’t have souls to corrupt.” I paused, saying through gritted teeth, “they don’t feel.” My heart pounded but I continued, “They don’t break under the weight of it.” Silence at first and then suddenly he understood. He already knew what I was going to do. He saw it in my face.

And he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had met her before. --- The tension in the air was thick as Kael sat in the royal war library, surrounded by ancient scrolls. He flipped through them, desperately searching for answers, but all he found were warnings. The Soul-Oath was a dangerous thing. It amplified memories, heightened emotions, and bound the souls of those who shared it. He didn’t care about the warnings. He needed to understand why he kept dreaming of her, why her name felt so familiar. Selene. The door creaked open, and Captain Lynox stepped inside, his expression unreadable.

We are the Remnant of Purpose. Aiden’s pulse hammered. “Purpose for what?” For the Conduit. Aiden shook his head. “Is that all I am to you? A tool? A function?” The being’s glow dimmed—sad, almost. Purpose is not enslavement. Purpose is clarity. Choice requires understanding. Aiden’s voice cracked. “Then tell me. Tell me what you want from me.” The field brightened. Images formed— —Aiden stabilizing storms —bringing balance to chaotic energies

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, story, places and events are products of the author's creativity or are used fictionally. Any similitude to actual events or locales or individuals, living or dead, is totally coincidental. First of all I must appreciate this app for providing me the platform, there I can pen down and I can write my imaginations. I wanted to say, what is in your destiny you will find it anyway. Sometimes things seem against us and against our desires and everything seems out of orbit, but afterwards we realize why was it like that. Everything happens for a reason. We just need to understand and have patience.

As I stare into the tiny flame the old ladies words keep playing in my mind “A soul is much like a flame. It does not exist to simply be. It must be fed and nourished so that a flame becomes a fire. However, precaution is needed to handle such a thing. In one’s control it can create such beauty and flow abundantly. Although, when out of control it can become the greatest distraction that will destroy everything in its path” As I recite them once more I blow out a breath heavily.

Due to the massive pain crawling from my heart and spreading throughout my body, I fell to the ground, touching the soil that would later eat my body away from my meaningless essence. But I realized that the moon was watching me die as it glowed in red above all that was confining me. I reached for it, craving to touch its majestic power all over the darkness that visited us in our peaceful sleep. It was there out of my hold, speaking to me and playing with nature and death. Telling me that there was a purpose to the making of my soul. Would the moon show me my purpose even if I was on the brink of my last breath? Yes.