Novel & Cerita Unwavering Soul

he said as he held my shoulders. “I don't understand,” I furrowed my brows. What was he driving at? “Are you familiar with the term ‘werewolf’?” he asked as he turned off the speaker in the kitchen. “Yes, I know what a werewolf is” “Well... Abby is a special werewolf, but she hasn't achieved her full potential yet. She needs a lot of anger for her to reach her full potential.” “What does that have to do with me?” “You don't inspire anger in her, so you're a distraction...you need to disappear.”

Behind the grown up woman, AbdulRahman saw a little girl, a broken little girl. Amirah hated feeling weak, she was strong. She'd built up her walls, she'd been weak and that was why Adnan did what he did to her so she built an exterior front but behind it all, she was still that little girl, the sweet shy Amirah that Adnan had taken advantage of. She was broken. She thought she was over it but today her walls crumbled and she'd showed the part of her she'd always kept hidden, the part where she was just a little naive girl.

She amplified it, not with magic, but with life, with love, with the unyielding, stubborn will to exist. The beat grew louder. *Thump. Thump. Thump.* It was no longer just the sound of swords on shields. It was the sound of Kaelen's heart. Of Flora's. Of Lyra's. It was the sound of every living soul in the fortress, a unified, defiant chorus of existence. The robed figure staggered back, its form destabilizing, the dust of its being losing its cohesion. The sound was a physical assault, a wave of pure, unadulterated reality that was washing it away.

I knew you didn't do anything wrong, but I still got you tangled up in this mess. Before I could finish reading the text, a tidal wave of emotion hit me, and my phone slipped from my limp fingers, crashing to the ground. I crouched down, cradling my head in my arms, as tears of utter hopelessness streamed down my face. My world used to be a place of endless gray. Loving Thomas was like a beacon in the darkness, my second faith. All of a sudden, they were telling me... It was all a lie... All those moments of misguided love, the feelings I poured out, the pain I went through… It was all one big, cruel joke.

That day everything shattered, his dreams for his baby girl, his dreams of giving her a better future everything ended and he felt his soul leaving the body still he wished a better future for her even in his absence. He blessed her soul with the core of his heart, he wanted someone to come and save her from the cruel fate she was born with. His soul was crying for the loss she was going to face when she wakes up but it was the rule of the world that he had to leave someday and it came sooner than he expected. Then his soul vanished into the thin air. Oblivious to all of it Inaayat was sleeping right beside his bed lost in her dreamless sleep.

Not absence in the weave. The weave remains undisturbed. No thread tightens. No balance reacts. Nothing records itself as missing. No correction asserts itself. No accounting demands to be made. If I were anything else, I would pass over this without notice. But I am not bound to the weave. I am bound to souls. The soul I left waiting should still be there. Calm. Unresisting. Unclaimed. I remember the exact quality of it. The way it did not cling or recoil. The way it held itself in quiet suspension, not demanding peace, not fearing delay. It had not struggled. It had not pleaded. It had simply remained, patient in a way only the innocent ever are.

One of them was being unemotional and he couldn't care less if it made him someone with a heart of stone. But the self-betrayal of the nine-month time span displayed the result on him. He broke his own theory of living and his traitor mind caused him to hope, wish, and anticipate. He became numb when nine month's desires, aspirations, and expectations were crushed in just one event. His face was still hard and stoic but inside he was breaking. The impact of the big loss hit him like the fiery breath of a dragon. His heart was shattering in the tiniest pieces.

Above them, the sky stretched wide and endless. And somewhere deep beneath it all— The bond pulsed. Unbreakable. Unchosen. Unstoppable. 🩸

It echoed the essence of her unyielding spirit, encapsulating the symphony of her newfound resilience and the legacy she had forged. Marvis found deep fulfillment in embracing her destiny, defining her path, and crafting an indelible legacy that would resonate with the uncharted expanse of unfathomable transcendence. It was a testament to the unyielding tenacity of the human spirit and the symphony of boundless resilience that echoed within her art and her being.

You tried to shake me, But my faith is Unshakable. You tried to stop me, But my might is Unstoppable. You hated my strength. Wanted to weaken me My conviction unbreachable. You tried to lessen my influence. My respect from others Unchallengeable. I am me, unapologetically You tried to move me. My stand is Unmovable. You questioned my worth, But my value is Unmatchable. You tried to dull my shine But my light is Undimmable.