Staring Into My Soul Novels & Stories

Still, I felt like I’d been shoved in a freeze for multiple hours in just a shirt and jeans. “You weren’t supposed to be diving in, you silly pup. If you had been consumed…” Sophie started to rub my back far more roughly through the blanket. “…you would have lost your soul. Niru would be the only one left. You get consumed by it, no matter the amount, and your soul is as good as gone.” I sat back on my knees and took a deep breath. “Got it. I don’t know why I felt like I was searching for something. It wasn’t until too late that I realized it was trying to pull me in.”

I am a ghost running through time and space, looking, always looking in the blackness for a sacred spark. And all this world becomes noise, a distraction from my task to find the one - the one who went alone into the dark. For should all she be is a fragment of fire, barely a cinder, it doesn't matters anymore, because I will become a river

His eyes bore into me with a hunger that I can feel pulsating within my soul. “Hey Selene. Welcome home.”

" I hear my name echo inside my head and stop on my track. This is bad. Why did it have to be her of all people? I can't turn around and I can't keep walking either way as I feel the eyes of a p*sserby curiously fixate on me. There's no escaping this moment. With deep breaths, I turn around and immediately my soul flees from my body as I find Linda's face staring right before me and she's glaring at me rather intensely with everything far from good wishes, almost as if she wishes me dead.

She looks at me one last time before shutting the door, I shriek when I hear the lock sound. I am cold, it is always cold here, I continue to squeeze my eyes shut because I know what awaits me when I open them. Mirrors, thousands of them, reflecting who I am, showing me how condemned my soul was. My teeth start jamming, my bleeding knees start burning and the pain in my head is unbearable. I open my eyes and I see myself in the mirrors, there are thousands of me everywhere. I start to wail again, and I only stop when my throat starts to burn.

I was so focused with seeing Kelly that I'd forgotten about my medication. My mother brings me over my medication and some water. "Today's not a good day to forget your medicine," she says softly as I take it with shaky hands. "I couldn't sleep last night," I say quietly. "Kelly usually strokes the scar that brought us together and it soothes me to sleep. Last night all I saw closing my eyes was the warzone I left years ago." "The house looks cleaner than yesterday," Caroline says quietly looking around the house. "I needed a distraction," I say in a distant whisper. My mother tries to take me in her arms and I say, "Please don't touch me."

" He was crying silently letting everything out. And Russell simply pulled him in his strong arms. Broad enough to hide him completely. "Listen to me Carson." He pulled him just once to look into his eyes cupping his face. "You are my heart. And Daniel is my soul. Together you both complete me. I am nothing if not with you. I don’t care who is looking at me or staring at me or whatever. It matters only if it is both of you. Nothing affects me at all. I don’t even know people were looking at us. But it’s that it’s only you both have the power to stir my feelings, make me blush just by looking at me." He pulled him again in his arms.

I turn towards the bowl and take a deep breath, "Okay, Iphigenia...work with me here." Usually, I try to avoid summoning anything with a scrying bowl. It usually takes me too far into a vision and I feel exhausted afterwards, but I need this to work. So when I lean over the bowl and stare into my reflection, my resolve is hardened. I reach up and drag my fingertips against his Mark. It's hard to concentrate when I press against the sensitive area, but I soon get lost within my reflection's gaze again. Come and see. The spirits sense me drawing closer to their realm. Their presence freezes the room over until I can see my breath.

Dior Endless darkness surrounds me. It circles my throat and licks my skin as I'm searching for an exit. I want to run, but there is nowhere to flee. Voices are snickering in my ears, telling me to tread carefully or they will tear me apart. They overestimate me—I've already succumbed and given up. My soul has been ripped in the middle, and my hope has been blown out like a candle. I'm unable to sort my thoughts in the dark and remember who I am.

So with a steadying breath, I lift my chin and meet that soulless, oily stare directly. "I accept." Behind those shadowed pits, the entity's slitted eyes flare a baleful, eldritch blue in seeming delight. And in that moment, I have a terrible premonition I may have just signed my everlasting soul away to the abyss...