Novel & Cerita Story Of A Soul Book

“ 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.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

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

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

"You made it possible. You believed me when no one else did. You supported me. You became my mother." "You taught me something crucial. Something I needed to learn. We are more than our bodies. More than our faces. More than what we look like. Soul matters. Spirit matters. Who we are inside matters. Raven's body died on that bridge. You brought it back. Made it house Rachel's soul. Proved we're not our bodies. We're our souls. That's everything." "You believe in souls now. You didn't before."

His forehead was warm, and I knew it was a call of distress. Audrey soon returned with a book. She opened a page and looked at me. "Soul Cry," she said, and I frowned. "It is a god's ability. You can hear his soul crying," she said, and I did not know how that was going to help. "If you can hear him, then you can reach in and wake him up. " She said, and I frowned at her. "How?" I asked, and she flipped the pages quickly. Audrey had always been a bookworm. After living over four hundred years, I wouldn't be surprised if she had read and memorised all the magical books ever written and printed. She was a walking library.

Alvin asked the book. The book remained silent for a moment before the pages started to turn by themselves. It stopped on a chapter called soulmates. "Look at the chapter Winter king. It explains about soul mates. A soul mate is the other half of your daughter's soul. If he managed to touch her heart as well, then he can help her. He will balance the fairy fire with his own. That way, your daughter will not succumb entirely to the fairy fire" the book said without any emotions in its voice.

"No one built it. It exists because stories exist. It is the place where forgotten tales go to wait." I approached the nearest shelf and reached for a book. Its surface was warm, pulsing with a gentle light. "Hello," I whispered. The book pulsed in response. I opened the first book. A story poured into my mind, vivid and alive. It was the tale of a wolf who had loved deeply and lost completely. A wolf who had been forgotten by everyone who knew her. A wolf who had faded into the void. I wept as I read her story. "Who was she?" Kael asked.

Azrael asked. “I haven’t gone far into the book but it’s a story based on an actual schizophrenic patient the writer knew; it was meant to educate the public about various mental disorders in the mental asylum they call hell. I thought it would be fun reading a genre I’m not too familiar with.” I explained as I touched the front of the book. “I can recommend something if you get hitched. Utopia by Kelvin McLean. It’s about a nymphomaniac struggling to overcome his issue so that he can be in a happy relationship with the woman he’s been in love with for seven years.” Azrael recommended.