The Untethered Soul Novels & Stories

that was a direct link to the entropy of the deep galaxy. "The 150th chapter is a fallacy," the Echo resonated, its voice the sound of wind in a dead forest. "The North has achieved its purpose. You have proven that the Soul can be integrated. Now, the experiment must be Archived. To remain in the physical is to invite decay. Return to the Null, Conductor. Return to the state of Infinite Potential where nothing hurts because nothing is real." "No," I said, my amber eyes flaring with a hard, defiant light.

His body was shivering as though he was standing in the blistering cold instead of the hot dry land and walked over to the circle, glaring daggers at the demon trapped within. Suit rolled his eyes exaggeratedly at Anderson. “Of course, it’s not physical. However, just because it’s your soul does not mean it cannot affect your physical self.” Suit patiently explained while completely ignoring the angry glare from Anderson. Anderson looked unconvinced at the demon trapped in the circle, as if he only believed he was being lied to and tricked again. Suit huffed in annoyance. “The mind, body and soul are all connected. Neither can properly function without either. Your mind bears your consciousn

Their light was blending into mine, forming a rainbow of emerald-crimson-gold that was pushing back against the indigo dark. "Darlene, the frequency... it’s reading as Spiritual Autonomy!" Leo’s voice rang out, his indigo runes turning a brilliant, celestial sapphire. My son was suspended in the air, his hands moving through the silver-grey neurons as if he were playing a cosmic harp. "The Soul is the Hard-Drive of the Scorned! To break the 106th layer, you have to prove that your soul is Un-Scriptable!". From the center of the white-hot sphere, a figure manifested.

’ “Dear God, my life never became peaceful. Ever since I could remember, my life has been in constant chaos. So, what would be the difference if you show yourself now?” ‘There will be a massive difference. The world will turn upside down, the ocean will bleed blood, the sand will grow plants, and the forests will be devastated. The life of one equates to everyone. You, mortal beings, are all connected souls. I cannot save and kill only one. Detaching a block from its fellow will destroy the whole world.’ “Wha-“ ‘But little soul, this is the reincarnation of your miserable life. Which means this should be your happy life.’

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It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body. Is this it? I am a devil? The fact that the words of the Holy Bible is slashing my flesh like knives and the holy water like acid burning through my flesh are evidence enough that I have finally lost my last straw of humanity. I tried to hold on to it, for the sake of one last chance on earth, to feel human, to feel loved and to belong, but this, this is not me. I am no longer Hannah, I am the devil himself. My heart is aching not because of the torture the priest is subjecting me to, but because of the hurt I feel, as I feel my last chance to have a happy normal life, slipping away from me.

Sanjay covers them with his hand insurance to be with her. Thereupon she went to meet Mrs and Mr Khanna who were confined to their room as they were not well. Subsequently, they called the night off. It was midnight when Abhi jolted up from his nightmare. What he saw puzzled him. He tossed and turned for some time but sleep was far from his eyes, so he thought of strolling around a bit. He reaches Raj's room. His eyes landed on a masterpiece, his hands were itching to touch it. He runs his hands on the string and abruptly feels like a connection with it. Lifting it he starts playing a tune that he has never played but feels a connection. Abruptly he feels the same throbbing pain in his head,

She smooths it down anyway as she walks toward the exit on trembling legs, toys still humming softly inside her, she feels it: the slow trickle of her own release sliding down her inner thigh. Her phone buzzes again. Fourth gift tomorrow. Four calling birds. You’ll be the one calling screaming my name. I’m bringing company. Three more days of this pace. Three more levels of ruin. And she’s already soaked the seat of a lecture hall for him. She steps into the hallway. The toys pulse once a little reward. She whimpers. Nine days left. She’s never going to be clean again

She was still nervous at the end of the day, even though her fiancee was still unconscious. Aurora dug her nails into her sweaty palms and told herself repeatedly, "Don't freak out. He's in a vegetative state. He's not going to bite you." However, Aurora was stunned upon entering the VIP hospital room. The man in scrubs was leaning against the headboard, a book in hand. He was supposed to be in a vegetative state, yet there he was, moving, sitting upright, and reading.

I mumbled frightened. “We won’t.” he said synpathically, reaching out for me and gently pulling me to his chest. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, before his phone light blinked... then died. I became more frightened. I reached for something. Anything, just need to ease my tensed heart. Eventually, I gripped something soft. Held it tight—like it was the only thing tethering me to earth. “Awch!”. He let out pained, before the light got retored. I almost yelled out, seeing what I've been holding on to.