Unwavering Soul Novels & Stories

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.

And remembered the words of a man named, “Nameless.” ““Death is only the beginning, Maru. You should know by now that the soul is imperishable. Though you could change, remove and add something upon it, but its main components remains ever the same. Even if you extinguish the soul unto ashes, it does not follow that it is truly gone. Not really. Only in part, perhaps.” “Yes. Nameless might be right, indeed.” the entity muttered before it opened its eyes to yield unto this irresistible pull. But it was at this moment that some unintelligible words caught up from beneath it.

It was an exercise in futility to expect more since trust was the foe of acknowledgment, it unsettled a quiet equilibrium like too many garments on one side of the clothes' washer. Damn it, her dreamland had spoiled reality with trust and resuscitated the quiet goliath whose hunger for enthusiasm and delight was voracious. It couldn't be confined, and it would attempt to battle or take off, however that would be a fight she had always lost and where might she at some point run? She had been spent and unfortunate before she got free, that disclosure carried her to tears. Rose scoured her back and said, “I realized there was something wrong, that is the reason I came, I heard it in your voice

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

However, I am determined to stand strong and unwavering, refusing to let doubt or despair consume me. For within me burns an unwavering belief, a steadfast conviction that we will persistently triumph over any hindrance that comes our way. It is a belief that stems from the depths of my soul, a flame that cannot be extinguished. It is a beacon of hope that guides us through the darkest of nights, reminding us that victory is within our grasp.

Within the Nexus, souls found solace and camaraderie, supporting one another in their pursuit of self-realization and providing a nurturing environment for the blossoming of authenticity. The essence of Luna's memoir evolved into a celestial resonance known as the "Luna Essence." This ethereal vibration carried the universal wisdom and transformative energy of authenticity, reverberating through the cosmic fabric and stirring the souls of those who yearned for truth. The Luna Essence became a guiding force, inspiring beings to embrace their true selves, embrace their passions, and radiate their unique light into the universe.

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, story, places and events are products of the author's creativity or are used fictionally. Any similitude to actual events or locales or individuals, living or dead, is totally coincidental. First of all I must appreciate this app for providing me the platform, there I can pen down and I can write my imaginations. I wanted to say, what is in your destiny you will find it anyway. Sometimes things seem against us and against our desires and everything seems out of orbit, but afterwards we realize why was it like that. Everything happens for a reason. We just need to understand and have patience.

“Really? You think you can convince anyone to join the pub?” “We can. We will. Just don’t remove the pub,” Kace said, though at the back of her mind, she was feeling a lot of pressure already. How can she convince anyone to join them when in fact, nobody wants to be a part of The Loser’s Society? ***

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."