Soulless Novels & Stories

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

If I am in a mine shaft, an old well, or just a hole in the ground, no one will ever find me. I hear the sound again, "Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch." This time it is even louder than it was before and it sounds strangely right above me. I hesitate to raise my hands for fear that I will connect with something that I don't necessarily want to and then I crouch down, hoping that whatever it is goes away before it finds me. Although, I already know better. I know what is haunting me and torturing my soul. She owns me and I know it. The minute she took my soul, pieces of my personality slowly started to disappear. Now I am just a shadow.

The symbol of a broken covenant, the symbol of several more to come. So many horrible things came from this night. An entire town of people… dead. The town itself… uninhabitable. Too much bad energy. A result of a betrayal. A result of fighting. The result of a massacre. Two clans… ended. A Soulmate Union… betrayed. The sorrow for all of the losses was great, but the biggest grievance was the betrayal of the Soulmate Bond. The people made the choice to fight. They decided this was the hill they wanted to die on… or mountain, as it were. But the Soulmate Covenant? No. The Covenant should never have been treated in this manner, with this violence.

I had never seen him look so vulnerable, so small, so fragile as he hugged his dad. Say what you want about Blake Peters, but beneath the erratic and carefree aura, he was a sweet, nice guy. Molly sat in the passenger seat of the sheriff's car, dissatisfied as I expected her to be. Vengeance always sounds satisfying in theory, but it never really changes anything. She killed Anthony Gordon and burnt down Jericho's base, but Kelvin was still dead. Mr. Gordon and the Chesterfields could always return with a fresh plan, and Anthony Gordon could go to hell for all she cared, but Kelvin would still be dead. Nothing could bring him back.

he said and helped her stand up. "Huh?" He seemed even more confused even after explaining it. "Soul suckers are soul thieves. They steal the souls we pick up. It's another job for us to catch them and kill them but most soul reapers like me, don't care about them as long as it's not the souls we pick up what they're stealing. And I'm sure, he won't bother you after tonight. Unless, he wants to mess with me.”

Liam stated, his feminine voice calmer than earlier. “Same here, I hit my head and boom I woke up in you body.” Lara chirped in. Kate silently watched and listened to them, it was clear to her now that insanity hovered in the air. “Oh my goodness I almost forgot, I’m not Kate, my name is Elton Musk, after creating the new Tesla model I slept and woke up in this body” Kate blabbed, with disbelief written all over her. “C’mon Kate, this is serious” Lara mumbled.

“You were born with a soul. They were not. The problem is, that version is also highly defective for other reasons.” “This,” he explains, “Is where I am hoping to grow version 3. We need them to be vessels that are ready for souls, but with just enough soul of their own to not be craving every soul they pass. We can’t have a city full of soulless people draining other people until they are soulless.” “That…that would be like making a zombie apocalypse only instead of eating brains they eat your aura,” I realized out loud. “Why are there so many children in that room if you knew that it didn’t work? Why did you keep on doing it?”

I gestured to Amethyst, who had knocked over the stack of blocks and was clapping her hands in glee. His smile grew, more genuine this time. “Me too.” It was hard to believe how far we’d come. There had been nights when I didn’t think we’d make it when the darkness seemed overwhelming. The figurine had been the focal point of that despair, a grotesque little relic that radiated malevolence. I could still picture it vividly: the dark, polished wood etched with runes that seemed to shift when you weren’t looking directly at them, the faint hum of power that made my skin crawl whenever I was near it.

Someone who has nothing to do with her. “I may not have the money and power you have, but your soul is empty, and that is what is eating you up. And of course, you cannot refute the fact that you and your parents are the most wicked souls that this planet has ever produced. You all deserve a trophy for being amazingly wicked!” I fire at her.

Bella explained, making Carissa even more confused. "Because of the accident, my soul died, Carissa, and now my body is empty, and you will occupy it. You will enter Arabella's body, live my life, and continue your life as me," he explained again. "But why? Why should I be you?" asked Carissa confusedly.