Novel & Cerita Unwavering Soul

Veyron rasped. The words bubbled with blood. Kael shook his head, frantic. “I can get healers down here, I just—” “You are too deep,” Veyron said. “And too late.” I felt it then. The absence. Not death—yet—but something worse. His soul wasn’t slipping away. It was… loosening. Unanchored. Like a door left open in a storm. “I can help,” I said before I fully decided to. Kael looked at me sharply. “How?”

“You’re not taking anyone.” The figure’s voice softened, almost pitying. “I am not the unmaking. I am the Keeper. Every world requires a price—a soul to anchor it, to keep it from dissolving into me. Choose, or I claim you all.” The ground cracked beneath them, and the golden light dimmed, as if the world were already fraying. The whisper grew louder, now a chant, repeating their names in a rhythm that matched the song in their hearts. The figure stepped closer, its form growing, its mirror-face reflecting their fear, their love, their everything.

I was having a hard time staring at him too close like this, a stream of coldness seeping into my veins. "You are not sure of yourself, or are you? If you want to fight against people, you have to have a clear stand by owning up to and knowing your soul." "Aren't you the one with no soul? You're saying...this to me? And..?"I scrambled for words, my voice breaking up. "Listen, it has only been recorded that people with no soul, feelings or whatsoever are heartless, simply wicked and I know my mother is just the definition of that.

The only way to stop it is to complete the oath. Kind of difficult when you’re writhing in pain, but there you have it. The other thing to not completing the oath, because there is always another thing, is that your soul can’t join your loved ones in the Goddess’s realm. Your soul is just left to wander the world. Nothing tethering it down. No one to talk to , not even other wandering spirits. You just are. For eternity. Sounds like a living hell to me. And that’s what Ivan wants to do to prove himself to me.

Two hearts that were perfectly overlaid. “You own half of my soul, love, and it’s an incredible honor to own half of yours. I came across something that intrigued me from the moment that I read about it. Unio Animarum or Union of Souls reunites those halves and solidifies their connection, making them whole. I’ve always felt whole and complete with you, and I can’t imagine anything that I would like to do more than to make this official. It’s up to you though.” She knelt in front of me and cupped my cheeks. The most radiant smile that I had ever seen before graced her face right now. Her eyes were brimming with happiness.

"We are not lovey-dovey to give my complete attention to you. We both know the intention of our marriage. So don't expect anything more. Yes, you are not allowed out. I don't want any paparazzi finding out about us. So you are a locked soul here." I cannot control my turmoil of emotions around him. We may be under some contract, but can he not at least be a fellow human being. He is heartless to behave like this. Tears threaten to spill out, and I do not want him to see my weakness. So I do the only thing I could. I run out to my room and sob to sleep. **************** "Lia.. Lia.." I am woken gently. My eyes feel heavy, and I do not want to get up.

It was a role that demanded unwavering dedication, an obligation that unfurled its wings in the face of adversity. And so, with every proclamation of "Luna," I was reminded of my commitment to shield them from life's storms, to offer solace in times of turmoil, and to illuminate their paths through the darkest of nights. The echoes of their trust resounded in my soul, propelling me forward with a sense of purpose that burned brighter than the moon itself.

He points up and as my eyes follow; I see the words boldly written just above the booth where the player goes in. Keeping his demons tamed, Annihilating every form of stain Redeeming his soul day by day Embracing him without casting blame Never letting him go insane. Who is she? How the hell is anyone supposed to know that?!

“A what? You can’t give someone a new soul.” “She can. She can take them and she can give them. His soul—it’s… damaged. Confused. Lost. It’s… I can’t explain it,” she shook her head. “We tried every sedative we could to calm his mind, but it isn’t his mind that’s the problem. It’s his soul. It needs to be… stabilized in a sense.” She shook her head again. “Ava would be better able to explain.” “So she just gave him one?”

Sukhon aur dukhon wali Saari saugaton mein Sang tujhe rakhna hai Sang tujhe rakhna hai Tere sang rehna Meri duniya mein bhi Mere jazbaaton mein Teri milti nishani kahin Jo hai sabko dikhani kahin Mai toh jaanti hu marke bhi Mujhe aati hai nibhani kahin Woh hi karna hai jo hai kehna Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi. (O... I didn't find those spiritual eyes anyplace I didn't find that glowing face anyplace Neither I found those heartfelt talks Nor that fresh youthful attractiveness anyplace I roamed the whole world but I couldn't find anyone like You