The Soul Of Man Novels & Stories

But it didn't see me. Only werewolves could see shadows, meaning that this wasn't a werewolf. I turned to walk away when I heard bones snapping and rearranging. The wolf screeched and growled as it turned back into a human. The process looked so painful, and the man was bleeding all over his body and crying as he turned back into a human. He had the Jericho symbol on his neck. “What's your name?” I asked as I walked toward him. He looked around in fear, trying to find where the voice was coming from. “Who is there?” he asked. “Show yourself!”

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through

lady receptionist turned to sculptured man sitting on that sofa. "In the cars back, " he gave his car keys to the worker. "Go bring his baggages inside the hotel, " she ordered the worker. The employee went out to collect the bags and the receptionist got busy writing something on the register. Rakesh seeps into his thoughts and eagerly waiting for the morning so he can get a room. This solitude and await both were making this freezing cold much intense for him. He was lost in his thoughts and looking at the beauty icon standing behind the counter. His thoughts lead him to another aspect of thinking like the creator of the human is the greatest artist the way he sculptured this beautiful you

He explains and I furrowed my brows "That makes no sense..." I grunt and he chuckles "'course it does... what do you think a soul mate is... it is your true half... or at least ... somewhat half... every person has half of another soul... the one with humans names usually don't know their soul's names but their carrier name usually as the name in their name or sometimes it's given to them by family... That's why having your mate beside you is necessary... when you procreate it is not just a harmonization of your souls but the stability of creating something born from that true bond." Isaac wolf says and I furrowed my brows in thought

When it stripped the volatility and insanity of human being "Does not man see that We have created him from Nutfah (mixed male and female discharge semen drops). Yet behold! He (stands forth) as an open opponent." And then there is ungratefulness and selfishness of man embedded in his body and soul...... "Do they not see that We have created for them of what Our Hands have created, the cattle, so that they are their owners." I don't know why people are so full of themselves thinking nothing could turn their single hair wrong.

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to calm down and shut my wolf. “Damn it.” I curled in pain after forcefully subduing my wolf. The pain was immeasurable. It was like I was being torn apart from the inside. We were taught how to subdue our wolves, but it wasn’t advisable to do frequently because it was believed to ruin our souls. It took almost an hour to recover, and it was still painful, but I could step out of the car to breathe. I feel suffocated until now, and my emotions are all over the place.

“What about you? Have you found your Mr. Darcy?” I laugh and shake my head. “They don’t make men like they used to, Gloria.” I stop for a moment as I try to articulate my thoughts. “We only seem to breed one dimensional men these days.” Her wise eyes hold mine. “And you want a three dimensional man?” I nod as I smile softly. “Yes. I want mind, body, and soul.” “And you just find the men who want the body?” I nod sadly. “Seems so.” She holds out her hand and I take it in mine.

“Our souls don’t break.” “What?” I scoff, “What the hell are you talking about? You have made it quite clear that they do. You have said that too many cracks can tear someone apart, like what almost happened to Neah.” “Hunters,” he sighs. “A Hunter’s soul doesn’t break.” “How is that even possible?” “It’s the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well,” he shrugs. I look over at his glass. He has only had a tiny bit of brandy and slowly swills the liquid around the glass.

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."