Soulless Novels & Stories

"She seems to be fighting with you here." "I'm not letting the bullet fragment in her heart win this fight," Kelly chokes in soft sobs. "She's lived with it for this long, she can hang on longer. She has to." My vision was growing fuzzy and the sounds around me were growing distant. My body felt numb and my grip on her hand loosened. My vision faded to black and her distant voice called out to me, but I wasn't able to open my eyes. ***The remaining of this chapter will be through Kelly's POV ***

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

A year since that day I ran away from home and decided to die on an island. I had the perfect idea of the perfect death. It was not unsuccessful. In fact, the lost soul, Brieanna died and is still submerged down the ocean floor. I never retrieved my backpack, it's my grave.

Some time plans get flopped and nothing happens the way someone thought. After sometime the same worker brought a mug of hot coffee for payal and put it on table. She picked up a mug of coffee before she touch it with her lips, her eyes turned to the guy sitting on the couch who was shivering in this freezing cold. Human have a heart like a petal and sometimes like a stone for someone. She could not blessed her lips to touch of the coffee mug. She looked at Rakesh with warmth, picked the mug in her hands and walked towards him.

I asked Luka, who was still trying to find the best escape route for us. "They're the soulless. The forgotten beings couldn't make it to Jehovah's heaven or Lucifer's hell. They're searching for a soul; if they capture you, they will take yours. Once their death smog touches your body, your flesh will begin to melt off your body into a gooey puddle. You'll lose control of your entire body, and they will capture you, stealing your soul, leaving you to walk the abyss of Tartarus, wondering until you find a soul to steal." Luka pins me with his gaze before turning away. "We will go down that path." He remarks, pointing towards a path that leads directly to the la

'You have unleashed forces beyond your comprehension, and now you must pay the price of it. 'What do you want?' asked Charles, his voice trembling with a mix of curiosity and dread. The malevolent entities paused for a moment, their eyes glowing with an eerie intensity. 'We want your souls,' they hissed in unison, their voices dripping with malice. 'We will feed on your fear and torment for eternity.'

I could say that the mold odor of that room lived up to its essence. "This is limbo," she said, without any emotion in her voice. I could no longer see her features, she was made of that same darkness I knew first. I didn't know if I was smiling, or if I was serious. His voice also did not reveal any sign of feelings. "It is the place where human souls who have not committed sins, but are still unworthy of the presence of God for the lack of baptism, are sent. The place where Elena Flamel would go, if you hadn't chosen her.”

My soul doesn’t feel any lighter. XXX

Stella POV The prison cell reeked of socks, hardened perspiration and defeat. If remorse emitted an aroma this spot had captured it flawlessly. Megan and I perched on the bench each of us battered, covered in dust and still a bit shaken from the street fight. Claudia and her two followers were, in the cell yelling loudly about how I supposedly unleashed some kind of supernatural power on them. If someone paid attention for a while they’d believe I had lifted them and thrown them through a structure.