Souls Hugging Novels & Stories

I shouted at him. Tom's glee turned to disbelief. "Why the fuck not?" A bang from behind me drew my attention and saw that Craig had taken out the last creature's kneecaps effectively stopping it. He turned to us and the distrust on his face was so obvious that the air around us dropped a few degrees. "Because they are not actually dead. Just soulless. If we can get their souls back, they will be fine. But you can't return a soul to a dead body, now can you?" I asked irritably.

A Forsoul can be used to temporarily replace a sucked-out soul. Evil casters called Netherlords can completely suck out a soul and feed on it or trap it in a magically enchanted case. A completely sucked-out soul means instant death. A partially sucked-out soul gives its owner a little time before they give up the ghost. But if the partially sucked-out soul is replaced by a Forsoul, the individual can live for as long as the Netherlord allows him or her to. A Forsoul is linked to its creator. So, the creator of Bethany’s Forsoul has the power to sever the link and end the Forsoul’s sustenance.

Said the hairy middle-aged man as he stood still without no expression shown in his eyes. “Huh?” The lady with her face concealed behind a white yashmak stared at the fair skinned lady slightly confused about the situation at hand. “My souse bags will protect you from the smoke.” She claimed. “Have seen and heard stories like this one. something to do with a being having the power to swallow up another being to become whole and wild.” “Is it one of the potency of a Humane, big sister?” “No. It is the work of the armour.” She responded.

West is seething, but little does he know I’m just starting. “Alright see because were mates we have certain scents that attract us to one another. Also this,” I run my hands up and down her exposed arms slowly, and then place my hand right by the hem of her dress on her thigh. “The electricity that our touch gives to one another is also a sign that were mates. Remember back to this morning when you couldn’t control the desire to touch me, and the minute you did what happened?”

I sigh in relief but then I look at Reyna in worried. "Are you okay, my queen?" I ask in trouble, as Reyna trembles. "I-i I don't know anymore." She croaks out her words and starts to sob in my chest. I quickly pull her closer into my arms for a tight, warm hug. "Shhhhh, relax. I'm here. I'll protect you." I whisper to her softly as she whimpers. "Cuddles." She whispers a little in relief as she hugs me back. I chuckled.

“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.”

That year, I fell in love. I watch as the stars glow and the wind howled. It's as if I'm still here, body, mind, and soul. Even in the afterlife, he has so much of me. Does he even think of me? When he learned of my demise, did he even shed a tear? I shook my head as memories start to flood all over again. Flashes of our days together, me and Devon running down the stairs of the school's fire exit so he could kiss me deeply and whisper things like, "God you're so beautiful Hannah, I'm so crazy for you..." and I would kiss him back with the same need and passion because I felt it. He was beautiful, magnificent, he was my soulmate...but, why am I alone now? Cold and dead and he was there slumb

Freddy said. "Aww, group hug everyone." Diana said. "Uh, I think I'll pass." Pablo said and Freddy agreed with him. Diana and Linda were already hugging me and Diana dragged Pablo to join while Linda dragged Freddy into the hug. While we all hugged we heard a voice laughing. We split from the hug and looked around to see who it was. We couldn't find anyone. "Oh how touching. I would have found this adorable but then, I don't have a heart!" The voice said.

That night they called “Eternal Gratitude.” The sanctuary was packed beyond capacity. Torches burned low and sensual. The air was thick with coconut oil, jasmine, sea salt, warm leaking milk, and the heavy musk of devotion. Over one hundred and eighty bodies filled the space — Kanes, Vosses, and their growing global network. The encrypted stream surged past 82 million viewers. Sophia and Aurora stood at the center of the black marble altar, bodies glistening. Sophia’s pregnant belly was full and radiant, milk flowing freely. Aurora stayed pressed close, kissing and worshipping her sister’s curves with open hunger.

They stopped on her chest, where her blouse strained over her full breasts, then lower, to her hips under the skirt. "You have my word. But I need something back. Freedom ain't free. What I need isn't something you can't give me. Soul binding... Your soul keeps me solid here; mine guards you from the dark shit." Soul binding? Lydia's brain spun. She'd read about it—deep stuff, where two essences mix until you can't tell them apart. It was very intimate, scary. "What does that... mean exactly?" Her voice came out small, but her body lied. Her nipples poked hard against her shirt, and a warm wetness grew between her legs, soaking her panties.