Unwavering Soul Novels & Stories

It stung deeper as a prose rang in his mind; 'Twinkles, twinkles in the world; gone for the birth of a mightier us. Good or bad, right or wrong; being the strongest wins it all. Dimming, dimming we call you to be; rest your soul for our piece of peace.' "Argh..." he groaned. Staggering to the side of the road, he crouched next to the cracked pavement. The lines kept repeating on their own. It was as if there were hundreds of nails hammering on him, attaching the belongings he refused to take.

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.

She recycled an old alias—Aria—on a Twitch account that still had a half-blurry profile pic of her laughing in a tank top. That photo? It showed the mole under her left breast. One image. One string of numbers. One too-human mistake. That’s all it took. And then Luna wasn’t Luna anymore. She was mine. I hadn’t meant to send her the message. Not yet. Not like that. But something about last night unspooled me. The way her voice broke when I told her to stop. The way she waited. Not for tips. Not for praise. For me. She was exposed. Honest. Not Luna, not even Aria—but something rawer, purer. She doesn’t know it yet, but I saw the part of her she keeps locked behind exhaustion and self-preservat

Tarry not towards the end, Await and appreciate, As you are now, Your sorrow and your joy, Each defines a part of you. Confining you not, To the Limitations of life. Await for yourself, Yet, a new hope, That lingers not in the tribulations of Life, Conforming one to the fraternities of it, And leaving them ajar to the cruelties yet unseen. Rather, Guard yourselves with the bleeding truth, Which suffers in it's own way,

The Soulmate Covenant is the connection of two souls, the bridging of differences in the name of love, peace, and harmony. Goddess Freya, Goddess of Fate, determines these pairings up on high. But the love between these two souls is nonetheless very real and very powerful. Love cannot be forced, even by a goddess. Therefore, The Covenant is but a seed that must be nurtured and watered to grow. The seed is planted, and it is up to the soulmated pair to tend to it. But if the wrong choice is made that intentionally harms part of the pair, that plant with wither and die.

“C’mon, Bobby. Parents always say that. It’s just them trying to con us into wasting a whole week listening to some windbag blow a lot of hot air.” But maddeningly enough Bobby wasn’t even paying attention anymore, so intent was he on reading the book’s description. “Hmm. Listen to this. ‘We’ve all been mistaken about His true nature. He Who Has No Name truly wants to heal our broke bodies, wants to heal us inside and out, wants to make us over into His True and Unknowable Image. All it requires is letting go of who we are and the pain our infirmities cause us, the pain we so desperately seek to define ourselves by, and allowing Him the province to do His Unknowable Work in us, for his Great

It read: "At the age of eighteen, Lucif son of Lucifer, will reunite with his father and bring chaos and ruins to the world. This is the prophecy which can never be changed." What the hell is going on here?! "What sort of a prophecy is that? Clean it off!" I ordered. "Proopheeeccyy cannnott beee chaaangedd." The creature replied. Even the way it spoke in slow motion annoyed me. Well, if this is my destiny then so be it. I'd better make the most of it now. "I havve too goo nooww." The creature said. "Why? Where are you going to?" I asked.

He stood there for a long moment, jaw working, hands clenched at his sides. Then he turned and walked out without another word. The doors closed behind him. Miriam exhaled and let her head fall back against the pillow. Emily sat back down beside her and took her hand. “I’m here,” she said. “I’m not going anywhere.” ……………. He drove without paying attention to the road. His knuckles were on the steering wheel. Every street looked the same, blurred into nothing, his mind stuck on one image — Miriam in the pool of her own blood.

I let go of the steering wheel, loosening my grip bit by bit. With a loud crash, the car broke through the guardrail and plummeted downward at full speed. As the wind howled past my ears, I closed my eyes in resignation.

A counter that had stopped moving millions of years ago flickered, once, and was still again. The same soul. Again. In the flesh. The universe, collectively, had no idea what was coming. It never did. ~~~