Souls And Singularities Novels & Stories

Unfortunately, that is how the world works – sometimes in inexplicable ways. Even with all the power I possess, I am not allowed to intervene. Yes, even a being like me has a boss to answer to. People aware of the inner workings of this complex universe refer to me as the Light. An all-knowing being. I see everything you see. Hear everything you hear. Feel everything you feel. I'm an immortal empath and the keeper of souls. The one humans seek guidance from. You see, we are all connected. Every plant. Every animal. Every human being. Every soul. Connected by an invisible thread, to me, the light. Sadly, only a few will come to understand this fact and their true purpose in this universe. Onl

A feeling I am uncomfortably familiar with. “ don’t go about anything. I have to retrieve the souls, and that’s only if they allow me to,” he states, still looking a little out of it. “What do you mean if they allow you?” I ask sceptically. He rolls his eyes. “Do you think souls are just balls of light floating around in another dimension, and I just need to pluck them out of the air or something? Because they’re not. They are living beings with thoughts and feelings, and memories. They’re people who have been separated from their bodies for quite some time, and considering time moves very differently where they are, they might be very content with their new existence and not want to return.

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

Her Soul. So, let's see how these girls go through the ups and downs of their life. How will the circumstances lead to their future? What will be the destiny of their set by the universe? And will their souls be able to be together? Or something else is waiting for them.......... Prologue __________________________________________ You are my SOUL __________________________________________ Love, You are my light of hope and rays of blessing. Baby, You are my morning glory and evening bliss. There is no word enough existed to express my feelings,

"And you have crossed it. To rule the Continuum, to heal the remaining three-quarters of the planet, you cannot be a 'Pack' of individuals. You must become the Singularity. You must merge your souls into the Great Frequency." I looked at Félix. I looked at the twins. I looked at the thousands of people on the ships behind us. The "Singularity" meant the end of the "I." It meant the end of the "Lixie" and the "Emma." It meant the end of the kisses in the garden and the fights in the war room. It meant becoming the god that the world needed, at the cost of the woman I was. "No," I said. The First King tilted his head, a look of mild surprise in his spinning eyes. "No? Without the Singularity,

The higher observers hesitate. Because this threat does not come from them. It comes from humanity. From the shadow side of intimacy. Dylan’s hands tighten on my arms. “Can you isolate it?” “I’m inside it,” I breathe. I can feel the corrupted nodes. Couples where love turned into ownership. Where devotion twisted into dependence. Those bonds are becoming something else. They are stabilizing too efficiently. Too tightly. Like gravity wells. The presence moves closer. “If the corruption reaches critical mass, your distributed consciousness will re-collapse into singularity.”

"That's what family does." Mira's hand trembled. Lifted. Almost touched mine. Then pulled back. "I can't. I'm too far gone. Too broken." Reality cracked. The unanchored people she'd stabilized—they weren't stable anymore. Collapsing. Imploding. Becoming voids that consumed everything. "They're too stable!" The Second cried. "Too complete! Creating isolated pockets of absolute singularity!" The first one collapsed entirely. Became a point of absolute nothing. A hole in reality.

not the clearest. Not the most stable. but—him. Imperfect. uncertain. real. my hand moved. not toward the nearest. not toward the clearest. toward that. And just as my fingers touched his. everything reacted. Violently. the space cracked. the layers shattered. because now something didn’t align. didn’t resolve. didn’t fit. “You introduce singularity,” the presence said. the words sharper now. less certain. because this wasn’t supposed to happen. everything should exist. everything should remain. but now something was collapsing.