Soul Trapped Novels & Stories

Aero and I mutter in unison “Everyone’s soul starts off as a small ball of light. It grows as the person grows, gradually taking shape of the person. Sometimes, it gets to a certain size and never grows anymore because a person is trapped in a cycle that they can’t get out of. Others, like those who have experienced levels of trauma, develop cracks. When the cracks meet, the soul breaks along with that person.” “How bad are hers?” “She should have broken long ago.” “Is that how the darkness got in?”

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it

Mike and I found them where they were hiding and we proceeded to the next stage of the plan. Dan gave us directions to the working area where the computers were stationed and mike got to work transferring everything he could into the flash drive he brought with him which he inserted into one of the computers. It was weird that they left their computers unguarded and were about to speak on them when suddenly alarms went off everywhere. I snapped my head to Mike and cursed under my breath. " Dan, what's going on?" Mike spoke into the mouthpiece but got no reply then it dawned on us that it was a trap. Elena ran over to us realizing the same thing and ushered us out.

I scowled, grabbing Seth's hand halfway and twisting it behind his back. Seth groaned in pain. "How can you be so petty to want to hit a woman and not just any woman but my woman! While I'm here! You're so funny," I twisted Seth's hand tighter, making it more painful. He struggled to release himself from my tight and painful grip, but he wasn't strong enough, and when I finally released him, he staggered back and forth, groaning in pain. "I told you she's not to be trusted, Seth! She betrayed you," Serena yelled, and Seth regretted not listening to her.

He just kept mumbling under his breath, "I'm sorry, Winnie. I never managed to protect you… I'm sorry…" I felt that Finnegan wasn't getting me. Why did he keep mumbling to himself and blaming himself for not protecting me? Wasn't he the one who hurt me the most all the while? The sedative was starting to work again, and I started floating out of consciousness. Someone suddenly hugged me tightly. His arms were warm and somewhat comforting, but they were also holding back because they were shaking uncontrollably. "Go to sleep, Winnie. I promise that by the time you wake up, they will all be down in the depths of hell. Of course, if you want me to go down with them, I'll gladly do so, too."

] That was the last line of the email. I stared at the screen, and for the first time in months, I smiled. The day I returned to the desert, Dan showed up at the airport. He had lost a shocking amount of weight, and his eyes were bloodshot. His shirt was crumpled, as though he had not changed in days. “Stella, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” He reached for my hand, but I pulled away. “You stole five years of my life, destroyed my family, and killed my father. Do you really think saying you’re sorry changes any of that?”

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.

for the night escaped just like that? I chuckled. I'd seen men pull this trick too many times—they were just playing hard to get. Still, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed that such a cute guy had escaped my clutches.

“You fell into my trick so easily. I never had that boy’s soul. No one can take a soul from a body except the Dark Lord himself.” So, I was stupid. I shouldn’t have trusted him so easily. Ironic, isn’t it? I prided myself in my intellect, and yet I fell for a stupid, simple trap. Panic built up inside me, paralyzing my spine and making me dizzy because I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t breathe. I was being suffocated.

"Can I use this power to save her? Can I bring her back?" The old seer rushes over, examining Mira quickly. "Her body is intact. Her wolf is still present. But her soul—her soul is trapped in the Void, the space between life and death. The Shadow King's last attack was designed to kill her slowly, to torture her spirit." "How do I get her back?" "You can't. The Void doesn't release souls once it claims them. Unless—" Sage Moira hesitates. "Unless what?" I demand. "Unless someone enters the Void to retrieve her. But it's suicide. The Void is where souls go to be destroyed. Anyone who enters will be torn apart by the darkness."