Novel & Cerita Unwavering Soul

No more looking back. Outside, the sky cracked open. Rain poured down in wild, merciless sheets. But I did not turn back. I pulled the suitcase behind me, one hand gripping Sophie tight against my chest. I was soaked in seconds. Hair plastered to my face. Water in my shoes. But I kept walking. Because this was not the end. This was the beginning, of rediscovery. Of healing. Of knowing my worth. And the storm could not touch that.

“You have taken him from me.” His hand trembled as he pressed the shield deeper into the soil—not from weakness, but from restraint. From grief. Above them, clouds began to coil unnaturally, forming a spiraling vortex overhead. Lightning traced symbols in the sky no one could read. “Chai… my soul is tired…”

I closed my eyes, forcing myself to calm down and shut my wolf. “Damn it.” I curled in pain after forcefully subduing my wolf. The pain was immeasurable. It was like I was being torn apart from the inside. We were taught how to subdue our wolves, but it wasn’t advisable to do frequently because it was believed to ruin our souls. It took almost an hour to recover, and it was still painful, but I could step out of the car to breathe. I feel suffocated until now, and my emotions are all over the place.

He looked back at her. “You want us to make a vow?” Ayaan queried. She nodded and they both looked at the sky. “The stars, moon, and the natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to stick with you till the end. I will be yours till not even death can separate us,” she vowed. “The stars, moon, and natural flowers are a witness that today, I promise to love you, care for you, and stick with you beyond forever. Nothing, not even death can separate us,” he vowed too. “Aameen!”

Spiralling. That is all I seem to be able to do. I come undone like the stitches I have just sewn, the threadbare sanity pushing me to do this, something I would never have done on my own accord. I stand there, the loose fabric already falling to the floor, because he is here, and I shouldn't open the door. I can't. He stares at me, eyes darker than the night, darker than they say his soul is supposed to be. A smooth set jaw, a stony expression, and a wristwatch that could buy my whole shop.

Moon Goddess let me suffer. No one cares about me. My dad and brother didn't even help me. They forgot me. I've been in this room for so long that it's driving me insane. No. No. I'm crazy. I am dead. My soul is dead. Only my body remains. Body without spirit. I am undead. I've given up on life. I don't expect help from anyone anymore. I lost my soul and hope. 'Lavanya!' Whose voice is it? The scream that called my name echoed in my head.

A lost soul, a she-wolf without a wolf, a heart that beats with a promise that cannot be broken. A heart that beats for three. A soul that lives in three bodies. Three warriors, born on the same night, born from the same womb. Two souls in one body. One soul that lives forever. A she-wolf that is not a she-wolf, a soul that is not a soul. A daughter of two worlds. A she-wolf of darkness, a she-wolf of light. A soul that has been silenced; a soul that has been forgotten. A soul that has been stolen. A soul that has been marked.

Never Again 🌷 “The two hardest tests on the spiritual road are the patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what we encounter.” Paulo Coelho ~•~ It was a strong black, deeply soulful in the way all absolute things are. It was the sort of black that brought the silent music of the universe so deeply within one's core. Black.

How ridiculous! They had ruined me altogether, leaving me with only a battered life that was slowly slipping away. I curled into myself, trying to keep warm. Tears fell silently onto my body. I didn't know where I was. And even if I did, I had no means of moving. All I could do was wait for death to claim me. As the end neared, images from my past flashed through my mind. But I wasn't ready to die yet. Not like this, at least!

His gap-toothed smile gleams under the dim lighting, glowing in admiration for her jokes. She must be hilarious. Perhaps, a comedian. And me? Well, just a drained puppet, strings cut loose, waiting to collapse. It’s been over an hour, and we haven’t exchanged a single word. My presence here feels suffocating, like an unwanted shadow. I remember all the times I confronted him. And yet, he always twisted it around, making me believe I was overthinking. He said I was being insecure. That Maria was just a friend. That I needed to trust him.