Souls Unfractured Novels & Stories

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

One of them was being unemotional and he couldn't care less if it made him someone with a heart of stone. But the self-betrayal of the nine-month time span displayed the result on him. He broke his own theory of living and his traitor mind caused him to hope, wish, and anticipate. He became numb when nine month's desires, aspirations, and expectations were crushed in just one event. His face was still hard and stoic but inside he was breaking. The impact of the big loss hit him like the fiery breath of a dragon. His heart was shattering in the tiniest pieces.

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

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.

I jumped back and composed myself, this guy shouldn’t be taken lightly. My arm is shaking from that punch. I have never felt a skull that hard, what the heck is he taking? Some sort of wolverine serum or what? Damn, that hurt! I shook my hands and got into my attack position. “You got a naughty hard boiled head, eh?” I mocked. “I am the mighty soldier of the October Family! Dylan the Dragon of the North! My power is so immense that the likes of you lowlifes will never attain in your pitiful life.” His eyes widen and he fixed his glare to me while smirking like a psychopath.

Then something moved behind the black. It was not the clean return of amber I had seen before. It was a fracture, raw and unstable, as if the man inside were tearing his way through the programming by force. Kael’s body shuddered hard. His grip on my arm flexed, loosened a fraction, then tightened again as the failsafe fought to keep control. A low, broken sound tore out of him half growl, half pain. His free hand slammed into the rock wall beside my head hard enough to send cracks racing through the stone. Blood ran down his arm from the impact.

She slowly dug her hands into the ground and called forth Earth. Leah felt the earth begin to tremble as soon as her hands were buried beneath the top layer. She knew that Earth was their only hope of protection and needed to act fast. The rogues were far too close for comfort and they were closing in on them. She closed her eyes and began to chant. Element of Earth, I call to thee Come forth with power and hear my plee Strangers surround us, far from home Make them suffer, break each bone

Shane's mind rang with a dull buzz, and he stood frozen in place. His thoughts clashed violently. That scream… it sounded like Lily's. But how could Lily be beaten? He had already paid twenty thousand to calm those families down. For an unborn fetus, twenty thousand should have been more than enough! He must have been imagining it—too anxious, too on edge. Even as he tried to convince himself, his hands shook uncontrollably, and his feet refused to move.

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

The presence was wrong. Brianna had called it soul-fraying. She'd explained it in terms of threads and fragments and the way the land of shattered souls pulled at the loose ends of a broken bond until there wasn't enough coherence left to hold a person together. Standing here looking at my best friend, I finally understood what she meant in a way that bypassed all the theoretical horror and became something immediate and unbearable. He was disappearing. Piece by piece, he was disappearing, and he didn't even know it was happening.