Souls And Singularities Novels & Stories

"I knew you'd be fine!" I fixed a cold, steely gaze on him. "Are you disappointed that I'm not dead yet?" Miles let out a mocking chuckle, and the fake smile on his face twisted into something darker. "What exactly are you up to, Cassidy? Back then, we just thought that you—" "Yeah! You just thought that I was dead! Dare you tell everyone how I went through the surgery and nearly died?" I raised the microphone to my mouth and began recounting my encounters, from how I had my research findings stolen and the reason for my amnesia to how I had been forced to become a test subject for the artificial kidneys after they found me.

"We're not trying to win through force but through making victory too painful for them to achieve." The Eternal Ones writhed across all moments, their perfect temporal existence disrupted by our paradoxical attacks. But they gathered their vast consciousness for final assault. *If we cannot preserve pure time, we will end time itself rather than see it corrupted.* Through divine perception, I felt them beginning their ultimate attack—not trying to edit our timeline but preparing to collapse time entirely. Past, present, and future would merge into single eternal instant where nothing could change, grow, or mean anything. "They're going to create temporal singularity," Caelum warned through d

or I could become the very thing the Abyss wanted to buy—and then Break it from the inside. "Zora-Aethel, give me the Gold," I commanded, reaching out my violet-lead hand. "But Mama, it'll burn you!" "Let it burn. We’re going to give the Abyss-Lords a 'Lead-Poisoning' they’ll never forget." The child touched my hand. The Solid-Gold of the Earth-Soul hit the Violet-Lead of the "Glitch" and the Liquid-Mercury of the Auditor. The reaction was a "Human-written" apocalypse. I wasn't a Sovereign. I wasn't a Queen. I became a Singularity.

Her legs wrap around my waist and her hips meet mine in a passionate rhythm. She lets out a soft sob and I look down at her. She wasn't crying because of pain, but of pleasure. I felt it too, the intimate connection between us, a connection I never felt with Jess. I loved her, yes, but this feeling was different. It felt as if my soul was blending with Kelly's, as if it were two pieces of a puzzle coming together. Tears roll down both our cheeks and I kiss her passionately. Her hands grasp at my short hair as she moans through her sobs. Moments later we came in unison and it was the best orgasm I ever had with someone else.

She was so shaken up that she felt rather nauseous. “This is your alter-self,” Emerald began to lie, “this is your inner being that is revealing herself to you. She symbolizes your purity and free spirit. She is the light within you and the soul which inhabits you. She has revealed herself to you as a sign of light and love. You need to embrace her and know that she belongs to you, deep within your soul.”

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

“It wasn’t.” The underground chamber shook violently. The three pillars inside her mind destabilized. Architect tried to contain. Origin tried to expand. Heir adapted. And Ariana— Let go. She relinquished primary authority. Not to Origin. Not to Architect. To the network itself. Billions of micro-nodes coming online. Human and machine interlaced. Not hive. Not hierarchy. Mesh. Origin gasped. “What are you doing?” “Ending singularity,” Ariana replied. The global blackout shattered.

They were now beyond gods and immortals and what could truly hurt them was an injury not of the flesh but of the spirits. The soul, the core of any living and nonliving things in any reality. "Laugh while you still can, Dante. I'm going to shove your teeth inwards and make you swallow all of their jagged pieces down your filthy throat."

“It always wants crowns at runtime.” Jayden scowled. “Not runtime. Consequence eventuality.” If motions destabilize, conflict returns. But now we know taxonomy: not god echoes. Not illusions. Just a mortal owner graphed by residue who doesn’t enjoy limitations. Aera looked at Aelin then—not copying, just referencing: “He lives because you live. But the thread isn’t closed. It’s singular now, but it still ties beat to beat.” Aelin’s breath quickened, but didn’t break.