Status Window To The Soul Novels & Stories

“It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery swallowed hard. Their hands shook as they reached toward the soul. Threads of light extended from their sigil, tangling gently around the corrupted form. The tether pulled, delicate but insistent. The soul resisted, writhing violently, and Avery felt it tug back like a living weight. “Steady,” Kael murmured. “It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery focused, teeth clenched, sweat stinging their eyes. The threads glowed brighter as the soul’s light flickered, pulsing with an unstable rhythm.

The man was twisted. “And it’s best we hurry. You caught us right in the middle of the ceremony. She is locked in a state of transition where her soul is essentially detaching from her conscious and making room for Celeste. If she continues in this state of limbo, she will become like Celeste and her spirit will simply ebb and flow through the lands without peace.” Despair and anger rammed into the centre of my chest. “And you’re telling me this now?” He shrugged. “I was set to die, remember? Why would it have mattered to me whether she lives or she dies?”

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

Still, Vis wanted to experiment, if his theory was precise and unerring, so he asked inside his mind, " Hey! can I communicate with you like this? " Vis hadn't contemplated the possibility of his theory to be correct, but it was accurate. Magixtio spoke up inside his mind, " Ya! You can! " Vis was a little surprised, but nevertheless, he asked, " Magixtio, I have a question.... " Just as Vis was going to complete his sentence, Magixtio interrupted , " Vis, this is not the right time, I'll answer your questions later, first for all check your status from the interface formed in front of you .To do that, just say 'status' inside your mind! "

"Deep breaths, in and out slowly." I close my eyes and did as she said. She fixes my buttons as my breaths calm down. She places a soft kiss on my lips when she's finished and I meet her eyes. "She was relieved when I told her we were testing waters. She told me I shouldn't let you slip from my grasp," she chokes with a smile. "She's wrong, I'm the one who shouldn't let you slip from my grasp," I choke quietly. "All those women I told you I rejected, including Carrie, don't know about my condition. It's not something I broadcast. Not everyone is accepting like your family.

I looked at the diagram of the "Negative-Pulse." Malachi wanted to protect me. He wanted to be my anchor. But the projection of Isadora had been clear—the Queen stands alone. If I relied on Malachi’s heartbeat to keep me alive, I would always be his shadow. And the South didn't need a shadow; it needed a Sovereign. I sat back down at the pedestal. I reached for a second cylinder—one marked The Art of the Silent Breath. “Sasha?” I whispered. “I’m awake,” the wolf replied, her eyes glowing in the dark of my mind. “Let’s see how slow we can make this heart beat before it stops.”

Caleb growled, his hand hovering over her face but unable to touch the spiritual fire she was igniting. "If we don't get that fragment, I won't survive the night anyway." Scarlett looked him directly in the eye, her spirit already beginning to drift. "Caleb, this is our only winning move." With the doctor’s assistance, Scarlett lit a stick of Soul-Settling Incense. As the aromatic smoke curled around her, she felt a violent tearing sensation. Her body slumped back onto the pillows, pale and barely breathing, while her spirit rose—a translucent, shimmering form glowing with a faint golden hue.

Some people even thought it replicated the actual Hell. Ruax planned to trap Hade in the stone. This way he could live another 150 years in this body without being put away in a dormancy. It was a curse that whenever the Alpha of the old soul had a child, the wolf would be put to dormancy within the child. The Alpha, on the other hand, would gain another newer soul in it’s stead. It ensured that the old souls would not be able to cause such chaos. It was a kind of safety lock for the amount of time an ancient wolf can surface.

"Yes. Come on. Today is the perfect day for swimming." “Don't take your servants. Only you and me." "As you wish." "Come back, Adelard! Don't lose your head. Although it will pass. Men are not able to love for a long time." Suzanne said with a wave of her hand. As expected, the weather became even hotter after the rain. But the slow crests of the waves created the illusion of coolness and freshness. They say that the Moon and the Sun are witnesses of everything that happens on earth, but the sea sees no less than these two. The sea, by its nature, stores in itself something that is not on the Moon and the Sun, namely, the echo of the human soul.

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."