Soul Shrieker Novels & Stories

she reduces the volume," sorry." I just smiled painfully and start taking in the lyrics. '......hunt you like a savage (savage). Turn this all to ashes (ashes)... The things that I imagine (imagine) Like taking my hands off the wheel and drive myself cra ey ey eyzy.." "Skylar grey," I state but Thea is too in grossed with swaying in her seat in tune with the seductive music playing through the speakers of my black SUV Mercedes. "You know her?" She asks astonished, stopping her movements.

cute. When I arrived at her place, people were already starting to arrive. Colorful lights were flashing everywhere and loud party music was blasting. She told me she wanted to do a “Euphoria” inspired party. “Happy birthday, my soulmate!” I screamed when I saw her, she ran towards me and I gave her a tight hug! “Ugh, I love you my main bitch.” She said and lightly smacked my butt. I handed her the paper bag I was holding containing my gift for her. “What’s this? Thank you so much!”

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

"You know me too well I rather threaten and fight everyone here to tell me where the underground fight club is than to go back, snooze away on my divan." "Well, there goes our pathfinders, I’m absolutely not surprised knowing you being you." Skylark slammed his face yet again with a sigh, musing on what to do next and slowly regretting why they were here then an idea came to mind. He raised his face to Wren but to his amazement, Wren was no where to be found like she just disappeared into thin air. He immediately panicked turned around the rowdy place needed to scream her name then he bit his lower lip. "I’m so screwed…"

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

She tore herself away from Dwayne's gaze and smiled at me while she gave me a few details. “With my brothers and their band. They're all sitting back there in the lounge! Actually, I'm much too young for the club, only 17, but there are advantages to having Known Brothers...” She winked at Dwayne. Tape? Known brothers? Dwayne's curiosity was piqued. “Your brothers are in a band? Which ones?...” She took a sip from her champagne glass. » The Heartbreakers ! You know that, right?” Dwayne and I both laughed briefly and Dwayne shrugged.