Soulless Existence Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Bring them to me, the souls of man, the souls of the Underworld, the souls of the horizon." As he spoke, a chill wind blew, biting like a thousand needles, burying themselves into Aiden's skin and deeper. "I cast fury at thee, rouse for me. The dead, the drowned, let your soul and form live for me. In the vessel I offer thee." Aiden screwed his eyes tighter, if that was even possible, clamping his hands over his ears as a low wail came from below, becoming louder and shriller, burning his eardrums and threatening to shatter his teeth as it heightened.

They aren’t here for me physically but I know they’re here in spirit. “How can you see into my eyes, like open doors? Leading you down into my core. Where I've become so numb. Without a soooouuul. My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold. Until you find it there and lead it back home” My voice carried itself up into the ceiling and the echoes vibrated off the walls and surrounded me in a hug. “Now that I know what I'm without. You can't just leave me. Breathe into me and make me real. Bring me to life”

His gap-toothed smile gleams under the dim lighting, glowing in admiration for her jokes. She must be hilarious. Perhaps, a comedian. And me? Well, just a drained puppet, strings cut loose, waiting to collapse. It’s been over an hour, and we haven’t exchanged a single word. My presence here feels suffocating, like an unwanted shadow. I remember all the times I confronted him. And yet, he always twisted it around, making me believe I was overthinking. He said I was being insecure. That Maria was just a friend. That I needed to trust him.

Laughter- low and crawling, like something dragged from a grave- echoed. “You’re standing inside my soul, boy. This is my world. My domain.” The figures convulsed. Limbs cracked as they turned their attention to us, their soulless gazes flicking toward me. Lucian raised his blade. “Then I’ll cut through your damn soul.” The first creature lunged.

ISLA I woke up choking on nothing, my body trembling in a cold so profound it felt like my bones had turned to ice. Around me, there was no light, no sound—just an endless abyss stretching in every direction. It felt as though the void itself was alive, pressing in on me with an unbearable weight. “Am I dead?” My voice was barely a whisper, trembling with fear. “You are,” a voice replied, smooth and chilling, echoing all around me. “But not entirely.”

Soul-shattering. I scream her name, but it’s swallowed by the void. My hands reach for her again, but it’s like trying to grasp smoke. Falling to my knees, broken, watching her fade, the pleading look in her eyes burning into my soul. It’s unbearable. I can’t save her. I never can.

O Lord Repair me For a new fresh cause Won’t you enable me To walk again in life Was my feeling For that child So wrong Broken limbs Of an insane Little Who cannot even spell What’s pain to him Why Lord Why Lord death Why end Why end Why I cried my way To the day Ultimate sorrow Melted my eyes again What a pain Is death not a pain Of earth Then why we all Allow it to stay Forever and forever On earth's face Repair Mend life again For death not to stay What a pain What a pain Life, holds deep within What a pain Called end Death is not Just a sleeping mat Or bed It’s the end It’s the complete end Never again Never again My eyes should melt Never again I will repair This end My way My way

“You’re cursed because of your arrogance.” “And you’re cursed because of your existence.” The words landed heavier than they should have. The Rift went silent for a heartbeat, like the world itself was listening. Something cold brushed my spine — a whisper that wasn’t Kael’s. Soulless. Hollow. Vessel. The dead here didn’t sleep; they watched. Kael’s voice softened, almost reluctant. “You feel them, don’t you? The dead.” “I hear them.” “They hear you too. The Rift hungers for anything alive. It remembers pain.”

THE PRICE OF A SOUL {Playlist Suggestion: "Hostage" by Billie Eilish / "Lovely" by Billie Eilish & Khalid} ~CHELSEA POV~ I was just sitting there in the absolute darkness of my living room which wasn't really a living room anymore because everything was destroyed, curled up in a tight ball on the floor with my knees crunched against my chest while my phone just kept buzzing and buzzing on the floorboards like an angry insect.

“It’s the only way. The only path to Veyrith. He’s the underworld god. He holds the gates. And he doesn't listen to prayers. Only blood. If I can get his attention, he'll agree to release one soul to me.” “Lyric,” I said, forcing myself to sit up. “The more you kill, the more you become like him. The darker your soul gets. You think you’re doing this for love, but all it’s doing is making it harder for us to bring you back.” She looked at me then. And laughed. It wasn’t the laugh of a madwoman. It was worse. It was the laugh of someone who had long since accepted their damnation. “You don’t understand,” she said, softly now. “There is no coming back. There never was. Not for me.”