The Soul Of Man Novels & Stories

And that hand belonged to the man who owned me. Body. Soul. And every dark, bloody piece in between. We flew on. Into the dawn. Into the end.

"I offered you gold. Something you craved yet you could never show or use, something worthless. I offered protection for your tasks alone, no more, no less. My part of the bargain is fulfilled. If you want women, as you claimed, they come and go, you have no need of me there. Wine them to the excess and then they are yours. Those who come to the Godly world are paid for such pleasures anyway." "He-he will find out..." Zuberi's fear-stricken whisper only enhanced the slimy grin. "And who's fault is that?" Zuberi blanched. "The impious Soul screams: I burn; I am ablaze; I know not what to cry or do; wretched me, I am devoured by all the ills that compass me about; alack, poor me, I neither see

The man's hand recovered quickly and now he could do anything with his hand like nothing ever happened before. She wished this medication would work its magic on him. She prayed he would completely recover from his injury and he would draw and paint and create many artworks exceedingly well as he did before. As if she could read her mind, the madam reassured her. "You needn't worry, child. He will be healed. My ointment will work." Ava felt a shiver creeping up her nape. This woman knew the person she wanted to help was a man. "But what cures the flesh, cannot cure the soul. His soul has been tainted by a fatal malady, and he would be tortured, he would be maddened, he would be breaking down

His domain was visibly broken which resulted in the successful attacks of the two brothers to connect towards the man. The white acidic smoke and the avaricious tentacles did damage as the body of the man was crushed until the flesh was no more and only the soul remained. Both did not stop their ruthless strikes as they tore apart and dissolved the man's soul into smithereens. But they did not find solace in their accomplishment. "You were a worthy opponent Izmeralda. Farewell," the man said as he reformed his soul anew and made another clone body to house his soul with. The spell of the man was still standing tall; its dominance effective and efficient. They failed because the man still liv

She kissed the head of the baby hiding inside her chest and looked up at the sky smiling. On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace.

Hande squinted because of the setting sun, gave Seza a sarcastic look and shrugged. "I just saw it. Besides, you know I wasn't here, I just came. Plus you know that I've been working hard. What would he write if he was handsome? The man has no soul. He's like an emotionless mank. He doesn't have manners either. It wasn't nice to talk to his father. It's a pity his parents are in a difficult situation." "Okay, let him talk, but he doesn't talk to his family like that in the presence of strangers. He can't insult him! He normally doesn't talk, but the man is not normal. Especially when I told him about his father's illness, I was surprised at what happened. If it takes your breath away, why di

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

"My boys are very interested in how this works, you're their test dummy." "The boss will take care of you soon enough!" The man cackled as Summer pressed the button on the remote she was holding. Screaming the man started convulsing as the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Panting he set his scornful eyes on Summer who was still smiling. "Going to talk yet?" She asked hovering her finger over the button. "Or was one time not enough for you?" The man clamped his mouth shut as his eyes flashed defiantely.

Soul Corona A human body in perfect resonance with its spirit. Two halves of the same essence, separated by the cruel expanse of time, destined to reunite. In the spirit world, the concepts of birth and death blur into insignificance. Salvation is rare, a distant whisper. Only by finding its Soul Corona can a spirit break free. The body it was always meant to inhabit. The odds? One in a thousand billion. A near impossibility. It is said that when a spirit is born into its Soul Corona, escape is impossible. That body becomes its prison and its home, tethered even beyond death.

Zenios, who sat on the steps, still looked handsome and attractive despite having a full-face beard. He lifted his face and looked at Sotiria. “Second Uncle may be breathing, talking, eating, and going about his own business right now, but he’s just a shell. His soul has disappeared elsewhere.” “I don’t understand! Do humans really have souls? Zachary… Where has his soul gone?” Sotiria hurriedly asked. “Wherever Carlie is.”