Souls Headband Novels & Stories

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

“What If no one had found you? What do you think would have happened?” “I don’t know.” I shrugged. He rubbed his face with his palm and sighed exasperatedly. “Do not ever do that again. Your food would be served shortly. Make sure you eat well.” He turned to leave, and relieved washed over me. But that relief was short lived when he abruptly looked back, his gaze fixed on the black headband in my hands. “What is that?” He asked with a raised brow. “Oh, this?” I hoped my nervousness wasn’t visible as I quickly tossed the band on the bedside table. “My roommate gifted it to me.”

Nora woke up the next morning with a start. She missed the warmth that she had known to be surrounding her but to her surprise he was gone. She pulled to her side and she noticed a note as well as something that appeared to be a headband. It was made from gold thread and she wondered if it was real. It has the luna written in letter on it and had small Flowers sewn into it. She pulled the Note from it and she couldn't help but slide as she flipped her gaze over it and began to read through it.

Each of the men at the top of the mob had them, like class rings, but with skulls imprinted on them and a teardrop on the side that symbolized the family’s blood. Sebastian yanked me forward, but my body didn’t budge an inch. HJ still had a hold on me and wasn’t letting me go. Sebastian’s eyes jumped to over my shoulder, and then his head shook in disappointment before he twisted my dress fabric so hard, I gasped at the fabric biting into my skin and at seeing the veins in his forearm pop. “Let him watch, Winona. It’s my turn.” His dark stare met mine as he breathed in deep. “You’re going to be my untouchable or his.

"We were wrong, sir. The urn being broken was our doing. It had nothing to do with you. We dare not to take the emerald. We beg your pardon." Sebastian smirked and bent down to pick up a black token fragment from the pottery shards. It was about half the size of a palm and was entirely black. It seemed to exude a faint scent of blood. The front was engraved with the symbol of the scepter, and the back depicted masses of souls. It was a Souls Token. This token could be used to summon the Shades' Legion. Of course, it had other effects, such as suppressing malevolent spirits. This Souls Token was akin to an official order, a mandate from the Netherworld. It was a genuine spiritual vessel!

" Keysha said while covering her lips in disbelief. "Marvels? Sorry, I'm Danar, not Marvel, Miss," said Danar, the man wearing a hat. "No, I'm sure you're Marvel," Keysha said confidently. "If you look at her, she looks like the woman who has always been in my dreams," thought Danar. Suddenly, Danar's head felt throbbing and was very sore. aaarrrghhhhh Danar screamed because it hurt even more. "What's wrong with you?" said the middle-aged mother, who turned out to be Danar's mother.

I know I could shift at any moment. “Jax, stop!” I say, struggling to restrain both myself and my wolf, which is never an easy task. I scan my surroundings quickly, trying to locate the source of the scent. It’s close—too close—and whatever it is has my wolf on edge. “Mate, mate, mate, mate,” Jax sings in my head, and a pounding headache follows. I look around furiously, and then I see her. Standing at the entrance of the Mate Meeting Arena is a beautiful woman dressed in purple. Her long curly hair cascades down her back, and she seems almost unreal, shrouded in a soft golden glow. The word echoes again and again in my head.

I said with a much lackluster in me that I redefined the meaning of sarcasm. Suddenly and totally unexpected on my part she hit the brakes. If not for my body being secured by the seat belt, I would have been thrown forward, head slam into the dashboard, cracked skull, cut on my forehead, blood dripping down to my nose, dizziness and I'm petty sure I would have had a concussion as well by now.

He was 100 years older than him and although they could live close to 1500 years, he was not sure of finding his soul mate. Another growl from his beta caught his attention. All the chiseled muscles of his body were drawn painfully against the skin. His long blonde hair fell in a wild and furious cascade down his back and face. Drops of blood came from the small self-inflicted wounds on his lip. The open mouth releasing every last ounce of breath and the harshly closed eyes made the alpha uneasy.

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.