Unwavering Soul Novels & Stories

“Live pious, pure, strong, companion, gentle, dear, simple, affectionate, gentle, peaceful, chaste, loyal, loyal, alive, patient, content, ascetic, innocent, cheerful, friendly, spontaneous, kind, gentle, generous, Authentic, happy, lovely, laughing, cheerful.” Do not cry now.. control yourself well, and withstand them as much as you can, do not let anyone see you as weak, I know how many disappointments you have faced, and the number of hands that you did not expect to let go, and the shocks that you thought would pass unnoticed Light, but still in the soul remains its impact..

Getting up I walk downstairs, Marcus's eyes on me as I grab food, sitting down, I watch the kids playing. I know I have lost myself. I feel like my body is walking around, moving and soulless. Like my soul has given up early and left me here alone to battle this. How do I fight a battle without my soul? With a heart that is broken and no longer whole? I am lost. I am all the way down, falling through the surface causing an earthquake inside me as I keep falling, crashing further down. I'm going left and right, trying to find my way back, but I can't seem to. I can feel love around me, but then it is plagued with darkness.

And I was washed away in a wave of Cazz so deep and pure, it threatened to steal my soul. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “Rise Above it All” by UNSECRET and Mike Mains.

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'

This has always been the case, and especially with those whose hearts have not let in the darkness and the cold. Adelard, in an instant, simply grabbed Percival's hand and, with the change inside, began to walk away from the crowd of people. While the gendarmes tried to calm them, Adelard simply walked away with a calm expression on his face. Percival, on the other hand, kept saying something and trembling. He was in pain. It was as if he had been burned and the fire had gone to his soul. It was a flame of fire in the form of people. All people found their destiny here. And the slightest change in a person, and this flame was ready to destroy everything. But all is well as long as everyone p

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

That damned poem, that annoying Monk Deva Pran’s gift… …But hearing her now, her voice low and steady— I knew this was no theater. “Breathe like a flame that remembers its fire, Still as the root that outlasts the spire. Unhook the weight where memory clings, Let silence unfold your spirit’s wings. The soul is a shadow that longs to roam, Follow the pulse that calls you home. Rise on wings to claim the throne, Or let your spirit cling to bone.” She wasn’t reciting, she was becoming.

We faced the Weaver, our love and loyalty serving as an impenetrable shield against their darkness. As we prepared to unleash the full force of our unity, a sudden surge of energy coursed through us. Our vision blurred, our bodies convulsing under the strain of power so profound and terrifying. Malachi's voice cut through the turmoil, his words a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. "We are stronger together," he declared, his voice filled with unwavering conviction. "We will not let the Weaver shatter our unity." Our hearts resonated with his words, the pulse of our shared resolve reverberating through the chamber. With our unity as our shield and the truth of the Weaver's name as our weapon, w

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.

Howling pierced the thick air, Vaden's war cry, only a thousand times stronger, and Damon felt the wolf world shiver; the reckoning was here, goddess take mercy on their souls. The time of retribution has begun.