Soulless Existence Lyrics Novels & Stories

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

“Pathetic.” My hands curled into fists. “I don’t believe,” I said, meeting her gaze with unwavering defiance. “I know.” Her laughter was ice—sharp, cutting, laced with venom. “Then prove it.” I bit my lip, tasting blood. Their voices—so many of them—merged into one endless plea. A wave of nausea rolled through me. The souls. They were still here. Still suffering. My fingers dug into the dirt. I wasn’t strong enough. Not like this.

With a choked sob, I close the app, my hopes shatter like glass against the cold, unyielding reality. I sink onto my bed. With each sob that wracks my body, I feel as though a piece of my soul is being torn away, leaving me raw and exposed to the harshness of the world. Exhaustion and pain washes over me in relentless waves, pulling me down into the depths of unconsciousness. And as I drift into the darkness, I cling to the fragile threads of hope that still lingers in my heart, praying that somehow, someway, my plea will be heard and my fate will be changed again.

"That day and every other day. "That night and every other night. "That night and every other night." "Your existence, your mind, your strength and your heart." "Your existence, your mind, your strength and your heart." The demon's fingers squeeze Shandra's icy hands even tighter. "In this world and in this existence, forever and beyond, we will be together." She repeats: "In this world and in this existence, forever and beyond, we will be together." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

I’m going to live the life you thought you were giving me, while you rot in hell. Black spots danced across my vision. The fire in my chest was turning into an icy vacuum, pulling my soul toward the floor. I could hear Marcus laughing in the distance, oblivious to the fact that his world was ending twenty feet away. I forced my eyes to stay open, forced my shattered nervous system to give me one last surge of defiance. I reached out, my fingers catching the hem of her dress, staining the bright yellow fabric with the dark smudge of my desperation. "Lurii," I rasped, the words tasting like copper and bile. My voice was a ghostly shadow of itself, but the promise behind it was absolute.

Silence crashes around us. Because if a being beyond existence is afraid Then whatever just woke up is beyond even it Far out in the endless void Two enormous eyes open And reality itself begins to shake.

Around the body, the eight entities gather. Rage and Madness twist together in a corona of burning red distortion. Lesser Emptiness bleeds holes through the air. Anti-Existence devours light itself. Despair thickens the atmosphere until breathing feels optional. Echo turns every footstep into thunder. Decay wrinkles the ground into ruin. Silence snaps bonds between us, I feel my connection to Alistair flicker like a failing wire. And Hunger, finally unleashed, consumes everything torn from the world, feeding the construction. Confluence stands near the crater’s edge, staring upward.

The world had no sound, no air, no light. Only the fracture, Sera fell into it without falling, suspended in something that wasn’t darkness but absence, an endless absence so vast it scraped the marrow from her bones. Her body was gone. Her breath was gone. Her scream was gone, And yet… she existed. A thousand voices whispered, threads of shadow weaving into her soul. You are us. We are you. You were born of this. You are not flesh. You are fracture.

After suffering these exact consequences multiple times already due to her father and all his men, Summer was all but immune to the pain and the dark dingy cell right below her father's mansion. "Do you hear me?!" Michael bellowed as Summer remained unmoved. "Of course." Summer rasped out finally standing. "Am I killing him or questioning him?" She fixed a blank stare on Michael as he mulled over her question. "Question," he decided. "I want to know what gave him the courage to even step foot in here." "As you wish." Music blared in the club down below, the sound so loud it was giving Summer a splitting headache.