Souls Burning Novels & Stories

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.”

But no matter how much I try, she's all that ravages my mind day and night. “This is fucked up, so fucked up.” I gulped down the wine in the glass at a go. I dropped the wine glass, causing a loud noise, and that spiked a memory I've been trying to forget for months. Countless nights of nightmare and guilt eating me up every day. I strode over to the window and looked down at the house just the way I looked down at his dying body with my gun in my hand. “Please, Damien. Take care of my daughter.” Moretti pleaded with blood spilling out of his mouth.

For an instant, the flash illuminated everything in the room—their faces, their wounds, the shimmer of light caught in Soren’s eyes. And then Soren saw something. It came like a strike of memory that wasn’t his. In that blinding white flash, he saw faces—dozens, maybe hundreds. Figures carved from fire and shadow. A man standing before a burning altar, his voice solemn and mournful: “Two halves of the same flame. Together they will rise—or burn the world apart.” The vision shattered. Soren gasped, jerking backward. His glowing hands dimmed, leaving only faint traces of silver light beneath his skin.

As claws and teeth shattered the skin, the battle lasted until the souls around began to notice their presence. These souls were unable to resist the scent of demons, so one by one, they turned toward them. Bettra and Sanloth were still immersed in their battle for the sword, unaware of the thousands of souls surrounding them. Bettra is shocked, as Sanloth is ripped from her grasp. She turns to see what has happened, and to her horror, she sees a tide of souls ripping through her inert body and dragging her into the depths of eternal despair. Watching the fate of her adversary in terror, the petrified demon did not know that her own would follow the same path. A horde of souls was tearing at

“Ugh. You are all giving me a headache!” “Love…” I replied. "Is that how love works?" "Kill Vlad and reincarnate him as soon as possible, duh!" Via was already annoyed. “But, my brother will still be reincarnated as a vampire or human, right? So, it’s still forbidden. Must be the reason why she’s still fighting for their love because she doesn’t want to lose him forever,” I added. “To begin with, we reincarnate souls ...” Azrael flicked his finger and just like that we stood near a church. I recognized the church in our town and it was burning with fire. Is this my vision? Is this real?

I squinted back up at him as he patted my plastic-coated fur and went barging into the room beside us. I wandered blindly to the mass with the bucket that was yanked from my teeth. It was instantly replaced with a cracked one that was threatening to snap from under the weight it held. Another set of hands snatched up the bucket to toss the water before passing it off to someone else. “Take this to the rooms on the other side!” someone cried out as they placed a new bucket of water in my mouth “go!” I shoved past the barricade of legs and darted around another before an explosion flared up from room five. The flames snapped at the Souls who shuffled backwards to try and avoid them, pushing th

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

K holds her head, “Oh girl, you really are in trouble! The curse of the soul ties probably befalls on you, that’s why you can’t get over him!” Art enters the conversation again, “So what? There’s a term bisexual, in case you forgot, ladies. Interested in both men and women,” Art insists on his idiotic speculations. But my heart and mind just can’t take it. “I know for sure, my body knows that Dmitri is damn straight!” “No!” I scream, “He can’t be! One heartbreak is my quota for the day. I can’t have anyone breaking my heart again!” I proclaim.

"No, it is not that simple. The moment that person loves you then you love them back, you will feel a burning sensation on your mark and it will glow signifying that as true love then the curse will be broken. If it does not, then you will remain immortal until you will find your true love." "THAT IS LUDICROUS!" I roared at her. "This will serve as a lesson, to both of you,” she said as she took turns in looking at Nathaniel and I, “ You will be watched. I will make sure that my descendants will watch your progress. Until then, good luck." Then the room went back to normal but the spot where Florence stood was vacant. She had disappeared, leaving us to deal with the aftermath. As for the wom

Broken no more. Burning forever. Together. Always.