Soul Shrieker Novels & Stories

This is not a good idea. It wakes the resting soul inside me as I hear Skye's voice thunderously echoed all over the mansion. Adrenaline rush spread all over inside me lile a wild fire in the jungle. “Ahhhh!” We swiftly moved out from bed and headed down as we heard our Prince screamed for the second time loudly like he had never did before.

Finally, sixteen weeks, I can see what I'm having. Soul is sat by my side, reading a book. He won't let me go anywhere alone! I feel so claustrophobic! I want to scream! That reminds me of one of my favourite songs. Read All About It by Emeli Sande. 'I wanna sing, I wanna shout, I wanna scream till the words dry out...' It actually seems to help me right now when I listen to the lyrics. Can I beat him? Can I take control of my life? I'm going to do something!

The sad singing voice in Tania's ears stopped. "So you really can hear me ..." the ghost replied in disbelief, his voice right behind Tania's place. She really wanted to say it out loud, for the man to just stop. So that the ghost who had just been singing in his deep baritone voice (he looked at Tania innocently as Tania struggled so hard to ignore the pretty voice) to go far away. However, based on her experience so far, it has only attracted public attention. Makes them think Tania is a stressed girl who talks to the empty air.

Stralath hummed a human song as the elevator slid below ground, and Cleona shot him a strange look which he ignored. He liked earthling music which showed creativity and spirit. He'd stayed up late scrolling the internet and uploaded an extensive playlist to the "insight device" attached to his skull. Coco cleared her throat, and he reluctantly tapped the disc behind his ear, shutting off the rhythmic sound waves rolling through his mind. "The fisheri won't talk, and we've tried everything short of torture." Coco rocked back on her heels.

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.

“And why does she think you're dead?” “It's a long story, sheriff,” Molly said. “But all you should know is that Jericho isn't the only problem we have to deal with. There's a group called the shadow clan, and they want Ashley.” I paced the room, still confused. “Shadow clan?” I asked. “Where are they? And what do they want with Ashley?” “I think you should have a seat,” Molly said. “I might be a lot to take in.” She told me she was a werewolf and could create illusions. Then she elaborated on the shadow clan and mentioned that Abby believed she was dead.

"Don't say, Seza. I'll say it for you. Hande, I'm very excited, what am I going to do. Look, I told you, okay?" Seza looked at him with a confused expression while trying to catch up with Hande with quick steps. "I can't believe it, how did you know?" As Hande's smile grew, she spoke in a serious voice. "You know, I'm a Scorpio and I have strong feelings. I'm also very smart. That's how I know." When Seza realized that Hande was making fun of her and fell again, she was walking and talking while looking in a distorted way.

My heart screamed inside me. And then he stilled. Just like that, the warmth left his lips. My body froze. And then a sound tore from me, raw, primal, broken beyond words, a scream not from my throat, but from the deepest part of my soul. It echoed through the ruins, through the mountains, through the heavens. A sound of a heart ripped from its mate.

My soul is being ripped to shreds, I feel like I am dying a most excruciating death. My vision blurs, my soul continues being stripped. There’s a sudden howl coming from somewhere, and then my world goes completely dark.

“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.