Warmness In The Soul Novels & Stories

Roses. The soul. That tiny small thing that separates us from the lower branches of the animal kingdom. The only thing God ever did right by humans. He created them from clay and left them naked and alone to fend for themselves with no protection from the elements, the animals or disease. Only with help from some various deities who took pity did they manage to survive. But the soul, that is a remarkable thing. The soul is the basis for inspiration, for courage, for compassion and for all other emotions humans have. I sold mine for love, and so I have become what I gave up: I am a soul eater.

[Raven] “Ruhna is a prophesied wolf now. So, I can’t say for certain. But when she was Cadence’s wolf, Lord Yandor told me she was powered by soullight.” My eyes widened. Soullight. The word seared through my veins like acid. Soullight was an element of the soul — abundant in celestials, dormant in mortals, and completely absent in demons. It was through soullight that celestials and mortals experienced love. Mate bonds. Devotion. Faith.

I have no way of knowing. A healing warmth fills my chest and spreads out to every cell of my body. It separates me from the ether and sucks out the poison. It seals the wounds of the body I left behind and refills my spirit with emotions. I sense it placing a healing, warm glow around Saint's soul. I know he is there with me, being pulled away from the ether, but he still feels separate from me. "Bronx, come back, Sweetheart." I hear it now. Kas's voice calling to me. "I need you to tell me where you are, Bronx,"

It was like drinking lukewarm wine—enough to warm his throat, nowhere near enough to touch his core. This used to be the best high he could get. There had been a time when this alone had steadied him. When the breaking of souls had filled every hollow place inside his chest with righteous heat. He strained for it now, pushing his power harder, making the soul feel every atrocity it had enacted tenfold, forcing it to endure the weight of its own cruelty compacted into seconds. The fire sharpened, compressing decades of sin into blinding instants of consequence. It screamed until its throat tore. Its voice cracked. Its ember shuddered.

"There's always a person who'll enter our chaotic life, a person who will make us turn into a new version of ourselves. A person who will complete us for another person." Halos matuliro ako nang bigla itong bumangon. Sa una ay nagtaka pa ako kung ano ang balak niyang gawin, humiga lang ito sa hita ko. Sinalubong ako ng kanyang mata at sa muling pagkakataon ay pakiramdam ko'y tinatawag ako nito. "Is that so?" Tumango ako. He was smiling at me, amusement was evident in h eyes. "Then could you be that person for me?" - @GrandDandelion

A calming warmth. "The energy you feel now is your soulmate's energy to you. That is how your soulmate feels about you. Others may feel slight warmth and others may feel coldness. Despite it being rare, others feel nothing." The oracle explained as she closed her eyes and felt the energy the sphere was releasing. "Each energy temperature describes your soulmate's response to your touch. A cold feeling means confusion and surprise. Often, the soulmate does not know who they are going to be with, let alone they are scared or just confused of the waiting one. Having no feel simply means it is a new soul being born, meaning you had no soulmate in the past and one was created to accompany you. A

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

I whispered. “Souls are the energy that moves us to live. I gave you the power to heal the wounds of the soul, those in pain can be saved with your touch. You have the ability to take their suffering away and restore their hearts. But choose wisely on whom to use your gift, Vivianne, not everybody is worthy of saving and you could be tainted with their dark soul.” Dumbstroke, I nodded and repeated in a mumble all she had just said. “Time to go back to sleep, my dear, you need to rest to gain back your strength.”

There would be no him - the idea of which gives him hard time breathing. The other person who he thought would love him would handle him, wouldn't let his life darkened just like that - has darkness filled in hers. His only home.... his only calm place. If ever asked about his home, there would be no wordly address but rather a whole person who he could live with even without a roof over him. "Zeeshant" Came an almost unaudbile voice between the sounds of the Holter monitor in the room filled with sunlight coming through the enormous ceiling windows.

This was a guy I could be with forever. I stood in the shower, drawing in my thoughts as the warm water splashes onto my flesh gliding down my body as it's sucked by the drain. There was so much that was going on in my mind, I couldn't wrap my head around the intuitive thoughts There is a silence to my soul; I feel the chill in my blood, coldness bringing the synapses of my brain to a stand still. I have always been a giver, warm and loving. Even as a child I never cried, seeking to make others happy. Often people sought me in times of trouble and I gave all I had - my whole heart and showered love upon them. Perhaps the road toward heaven feels like hell. Because I can tell you I never felt