The Soul Of Man Novels & Stories

‎ ‎Souls felt the full depth of living—the terror of change, the joy of growth, the pain of letting go, the beauty of holding on, the wonder of being, the peace of becoming. ‎ ‎They lived. ‎ ‎Some lived by beginning. ‎ ‎Some lived by ending. ‎ ‎Some lived by changing. ‎ ‎Some lived by remaining. ‎ ‎All lived. ‎ ‎The manor was not a manor. ‎ ‎It was living. ‎ ‎Its walls the memory of every life ever lived. ‎ ‎Its hearth the moment of warmth. ‎ ‎Its garden the possibility of every life yet to live. ‎ ‎And at its heart, two essences—light and fire—were not watchers.

It burns my palm as I hold her, cradling the little ball of fire as I try to figure out who she’s come from. What her parentage is. And I’m shock, shook the very core when I realise that the very man that sat at my dining table earlier Tonights has sired a daughter with the girl I promise for him as a second chance mate. I’m confused, confounded at the possibility of him procreating when he’s miserably foaled for the many years of this lifecycle. The soul is a particularly dark soul, craving sadness, the dark… anything angry. But it’s also an unusual soul too.

“A what? You can’t give someone a new soul.” “She can. She can take them and she can give them. His soul—it’s… damaged. Confused. Lost. It’s… I can’t explain it,” she shook her head. “We tried every sedative we could to calm his mind, but it isn’t his mind that’s the problem. It’s his soul. It needs to be… stabilized in a sense.” She shook her head again. “Ava would be better able to explain.” “So she just gave him one?”

Earth asked. “Let me explain this to you first, to be born with myriads of fates as the main composition of our soul, we are defying the rules of causality. A person is born through the harmony of two souls, but we are not a part of these rules. In the end, we have to suffer the fates of mankind,”

“The skin is like a body suit. It increases and decreases temperature depending on our environment. It comprises of tissue, hair, blood vessels and body fat. To a lame man, she is human but to us, she is a Personifid. Only you, this family, and the government knows and it must remain that way. If the United Nations get a whiff of this, we are going to be discontinued and her, an international lab rat.” “Your invention could change the world. People would not be discontinued,” Elijah argued. “Yes,” Ire answered, “They would not but do you know if she gets into the wrong hands, she could be controlled?” “How?” “Manipulating the soul is not easy,” Temi said, “The Soul has only been acknowledged

Roses. The soul. That tiny small thing that separates us from the lower branches of the animal kingdom. The only thing God ever did right by humans. He created them from clay and left them naked and alone to fend for themselves with no protection from the elements, the animals or disease. Only with help from some various deities who took pity did they manage to survive. But the soul, that is a remarkable thing. The soul is the basis for inspiration, for courage, for compassion and for all other emotions humans have. I sold mine for love, and so I have become what I gave up: I am a soul eater.

Across the bed, Roman took her the way he always handled everything: with quiet control and detached precision, claiming her ass without a single word. We moved because we had to. Because that’s what was expected of us. Because the darkness inside needed a body to bleed into. But our minds… our souls… they were somewhere else entirely. Lost in the fantasy of the woman we couldn’t touch. The only one who could truly complete us. The only one who could tame the storm we had become. After the encounter, we left the brothel and got into the self-driving vehicle in silence. The silence had never been this heavy.

I am afraid of my demons wanting to sling her on my shoulders and take her back to the penthouse and show her how much I missed her but the small and sane part of me hissed at me to keep my ugly parts and demons away from her and the beautiful moments we are breathing in. Fay Moore is the only one who encourages that sane part of me to grow big and pushes away the demons lurking in front.

To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul. The black substance stopped within the soul at the area the heart used to be. The soul tried to get it out but it couldn't. I looked at the demon and it breathed in and then out. Suddenly blood started piercing out of the demons jaw and it stared directly at the place where the black substance was. It was only then I had realized the kind of demon I had summoned. This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most.

“That’s fine, your morning breathe will probably suck the life out of me anyways, I might as well take the sofa.” The two soon returned to their usual interaction of playful teasing and bickering; finally at ease knowing that they were no longer alone… they had each other no matter what the future had in stored. However, when one soul was at peace, another was unconsciously seeking a resting place… At Acre Hills asylum, in the dead of night, the flashing shadow of a certain young man appearing in a gust of smoke, slowly approached the pale figure curled up into a ball at corner of the room, frantically chanting words of distress…