The Soul Of Man Novels & Stories

She shuddered, eyes pinballing between his. "And that kind of death doesn't kill the body at first. It starts with the soul. The mind. Because they can't have what they desire. The body might be there but functioning barely. But the soul and mind? They'd be messed up. So messed up it'll coax them into wanting to do things, crazy things just to prove to themselves they don't want what they desire." "You're speaking in riddles!" she hissed, clucking her tongue. "Because it is. A riddle only a few can solve, female."

Her tone was that of irritation. "I don't want to talk Amirah." "What do you want to do? Sulk?" She asked saucily. "It'll do you good to mind what you say." He said stilling his hands from beating the egg on the plate. "I'm sorry." "For what exactly? What?" He asked turning to face her. "I don't know, everything." She said unsure. "I'm human Amirah and I'm tired." He said quietly. "I understand it's just that there's a lot going on with me that I don't know, I don't understand myself sometimes like when I push you away but deep down I'm just glad you're here."

Alysa asked The old man smiled,, " Your soulmate,,,, is searching for you. You will know him soon " he said " is he someone I know?? " she asked " Am not allowed to tell you that, you will find out " " How are we going to meet? I don't even go out of the mansion. How will I know my soulmate when I see him? It's going to be difficult " Alysa scoffed " You can't control the heart daughter,,,,a kiss in the garden under the moonlight,,, " The old man said

A steady, authoritative voice came through. "Mr. Thorne?" "Shark Vanguard," I said, my tone flat and emotionless, "clear Crescent Bay. Now."

LJ grinned at that, "That's true, but that was only because I thought you were going to kill me. And there is that thing about my becoming human. I'm weaker now." "That's actually not true. A soul is made up of a person's memories, emotions, the potential that they hold, and right at the core, their personality, the essence of who they are as a person, the totality of their being if they were a complete soul. An angel's soul is complete, yes, so they might have endless reserves of energy. A human's soul is not as complete, but they feel more deeply and cherish moments more, plus their future shines brighter because they are imprisoned by time, making them think of infinite possibilities to m

I grinned chewing rather loudly, "well, there's this quote, from a good book, I read once What is it to a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul? The answer is what they have become, thriving on power and riches, but after a few thousands years of nothing but money, money, fame and more money, you get kind of tired, that is why, although power is what they all crave, a soul is what they desire the most. And if they can't find theirs they become bitter and angry and most importantly, dangerous" "What do you mean if they can't find thiers?"

he says, closing the book. Oh right. She has forgotten about that. Saying nothing more, he puts the book back under the mattress and removes himself from the bed for her. She sits in a comfortable position on the bed to start the most basic of magic, complete concentration. Magic comes from the soul, from within; originally it is formless, shapeless, without a substance, but unlike smoke or air. The soul is influenced by the mind and is connected with blood, muscle, and bones.

I looked like a pretty ghost that everyone sees in the movies. I tried to touch the mirror in front of me but I failed. Just like what I experienced when I tried to touch my own body, my hand just passed through the mirror. So this is what it feels like to be fucking invisible. "You must remember that the soul is the most powerful part of a man. The human body is only a vessel of the soul." I remember what Kairos has said to me. According to him, even if I was not with my own body, it's possible for me to be able to touch things. But it would require great concentration.

She shuddered, eyes pinballing between his. “And that kind of death doesn’t kill the body at first. It starts with the soul. The mind. Because they can’t have what they desire. The body might be there but functioning barely. But the soul and mind? They’d be messed up. So messed up it’ll coax them into wanting to do things, crazy things just to prove to themselves they don’t want what they desire.” “You’re speaking in riddles!” she hissed, clucking her tongue. “Because it is. A riddle only a few can solve, female.”

She was always led to believe Khepri was a man, but looking at the beautiful, bald demi-god. She could not deny she was in female form in every sense of the word. She felt worried. Why would she project out of her body? She didn't know if she could do it again, and she began to worry even more about how she would get back to her body. "Don't worry everything will be fine," Khepri said. "I feel like I'm dreaming." "What is a dream if anything but your soul going somewhere else. You have mastered this.” Thoth was smiling as Khepri said the words so definitely.