Novel & Cerita Soul Shrieker

Following the suppression of such pain, Fane also started to understand the waves of soul power lashing out on his body. It turned out that the wind blowing toward his body was not wind. In fact, they were soul-shockwaves formed by the coagulation of souls. These soul-shockwaves were not aggressive and seemed to be formed by the gathering of actual souls. He could even feel the last wails of these souls to the world before they physically perished. “Let go of me! I don’t want to die!” “You b*stard! You filthy, worthless *sshole! I’ve groomed you with so much care throughout the years, and you repay me by betraying me! You even killed me!”

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "Ash! Stay with me! Don't you dare look at the dark—look at me!" Rhea’s scream was a raw, bleeding thing that clawed through the suffocating violet pressure of the Under-Whisper. She was on her knees, her palms scorched white where they gripped the glowing silver links of the chains. The metal wasn't just metal anymore; it was humming with a terrifying, sentient energy. Across the platform, the man who wore Ash Ryder’s face was vibrating with a sickening, high-frequency violence. The Shadow King was trying to tear the soul out of the body, and the body was refusing to let go.

I could feel his grip on my wrist tightened that made me arched. “Dancing? You saw it right?” I retorted in a sarcastic tone. I noticed his face darkened. “Don’t bullshit me, Kelsie," he burst out. “I’ve been tryin’ to contact you for a hundred times but you disabled your incoming calls," he was raging in anger. "Then to find out that you're in a fucking club with that piece of clothes and dancing like a whore," He was infuriated. I slapped his face and I felt like my hands numbed because of too much force. He was accusing me beyond the limit.

“But it did. Just took a while. It was lying there, waiting. The other day I was on the ‘net in my crappy little apartment and someone shared a video-clip with me on Facebook from Youtube and it was him . . . it was him in that same yellow suit, looking the same as he did all those years ago, preaching out West somewhere. He was preaching and holding up that same book and I listened and couldn’t stop and when I woke up the next day, I . . . I . . . m-my legs, they . . . they . . . ” He screamed. High and shrill. Though I’ve heard people cry and sob their hearts out, wailing in grief, I have never before heard anything like that scream. Stunned, I sat there, frozen for several minutes. I hear

He vanished yet again from their sights along his disembodied voice that echoed. “When you set the bar so high, you’re just setting yourself up for equal or much more disappointment!” Unexpectedly grabbed Peirce’s legs, smashed his upper body into the ground hard. The cratered ground strongly vibrated by the hit over and over again. “Honestly, you’re too strong to be with them just be the destroyer of all worlds already!” The large mysterious being spoke with booming tone. Peirce immediately lost consciousness after he sprung out blood from his mouth while being smashed into the ground repeatedly in milliseconds.

The weakness and humiliation hurt more than the wounds. "It's people like you who spoil our society. You're like cockroaches and need to be gotten rid of," the man said and wanted to attack again. But Nicholas pulled the trigger and it was too late to do anything about it. The bullet, finding cover in the soft tissues of the man's leg, made him scream in pain and make a heartbreaking sound. The screams, the cries of children filled the entire street. And then silence.

Everyone is given by the God of Life a total of 10 Lifetimes and once they use up all the lifetimes, they will then start their journey into Godliness, and start as a wandering soul. “I'm right, I am dead” she spoke as her head drooped and the usual glistening eyes turned dull, fully blending in with her current identity as a dead, lifeless, soul. She felt bad, but then she understood. She glanced at the woman in yellow lipstick, her face looked pretty decent, short bob hair, white long-sleeved shirt with three buttons open at the top. Her shirt was tucked inside a yellow pencil skirt and on her shoulder is an animal printed scarf. She heard that this woman is called Paisley.

blue soul:- it all in your hand, it your life do what you want, your life has only your control, even I can't control your life either god, I believe in you master you will find a right answer for you, I sould sleep now, don't let it overtake your soul, because if your soul hurt than it may cause bad effect on me too. ariel trying to sleep but he starts singing a song, if you just see through my soul, I wonder what will you find, I want to become glass so you can see what I am made of. what you see, my beating heart or pain and suffering. I might be cold to you but I can't see your hope wasted in vain. whenever I gain memories, I still think it is not enough, for you and me I want to become