Staring Into My Soul Novels & Stories

"I'm so stupid!" Soul-stride. A method Yeye had taught me was where you sit and focus your soul on leaving your body and roaming around like a ghost. It was a perfect method to spy on your enemies without alerting them. But you can't have the soul stay long in the mundane world, or it will never return.

She seems to huff, angry we didn't follow the unknown plan. Moon rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. Somehow I scrape up all my might and words spill from my mouth. "What about the um...gold goop?" I ask, covering my stomach. Feeling exposed and vulnerable. The first original sister takes over once more. "Your soul yearns for the other and will do anything to be with the other during ascending. Therefore it will leak from your body, searching for one another." I shiver at just the thought. My soul was leaking from my body. In search of the man that I was working my hardest to get away from.

His mind wonders if my brain thinks his alpha eyes are completely blind to the world. His massive body squats down on the wood, his strong fingers catching my chin to force my face up so my eyes have to look directly into his gaze. "What happened to your soul?" The corners of my eyes are burning wet, and the hot tear streaks still hold their temperature against my skin. It feels as if a thick layer of grey gauze is covering my vision, making it impossible for my mind to read the exact expression on his handsome face. My spirit feels completely lost, as if all my blood and wolf strength have been drawn away by a giant silver needle, leaving nothing but a lifeless pile of brittle bones on the

Spatial rift countdown—] [Three!] “I won't go back!!!” [Two!] [One!] Everything before my eyes — the sunlight, the dance studio mirrors — shattered into countless black shards. A powerful suction force pulled my soul mercilessly into the abyss.

Devours me. This isn't mere obsession. It’s not some whim. It’s her. Our fated mate. Mine. My brothers’. The soul that has belonged to us since before this life. There’s something about her that pulls at me mercilessly. Something primal. Instinctive. Savage. I couldn’t just sit still and wait for fate to correct its mistake. So I did what I do best: I tracked her. I found her address. I infiltrated her apartment. I became her shadow. Her silent observer.

The celestial guide beckoned us towards the astral waters, where the reflections of our souls shimmered with the untold stories of cosmic connections. A voice, ethereal and resonant, emanated from the depths of the astral pool. "The dance of emotions unfolds not only in the cosmic tapestry but also within the mirrored waters of destiny. Peer into the reflections, and you shall discern the echoes of love's intricate choreography." The words hung in the astral air, prompting us to gaze into the reflective depths.

Eyes open yet empty, souls waiting to be written into Samuel’s book. Among the statues, June saw her own face. “If my soul’s already in the room,” June whispered, heart pounding, “who’s the person standing on the bridge?”

A hollow, distorted smile stretches across my peeling lips. "Perfect..." I whisper into the quiet room. I turn back to face the mirror, staring deeply into the eyes of the broken girl looking back at me. For the absolute last time, I force a trembling smile to my lips as a hot, heavy tear spills over my lashes, tracing a slow path down my pale cheek. For the last time, I bear witness to my own shattered soul. For the final time, I vocalize the bitter, agonizing truths that have taken root in my mind.

I flex my biceps with observation and turn to the side to reflect on my lean figure. Even if it was the hardest thing I've ever done - consistently hitting the gym really paid off eventually. The gym to gain muscles and swimming to keep lean and fit. I turn the knob and let the cold water snap me out of my discomfort from the dream. Now that it's been a while since I woke up, I've already forgotten a few details which I'm thankful for. However, I still remember the men. A silvered eye man. Somewhere along the dream, I had ended up in a forest with Torin. I didn't see why or how I got there, but the man from my dreams was definitely unsettling. An x shaped scar down his eyebrow and cheek, gol

They aren’t here for me physically but I know they’re here in spirit. “How can you see into my eyes, like open doors? Leading you down into my core. Where I've become so numb. Without a soooouuul. My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold. Until you find it there and lead it back home” My voice carried itself up into the ceiling and the echoes vibrated off the walls and surrounded me in a hug. “Now that I know what I'm without. You can't just leave me. Breathe into me and make me real. Bring me to life”