Warmness In The Soul Novels & Stories

She said it with the precision of someone who wanted information, not because she was taking notes, but because she wanted to understand. "Warmth," Lena said. "Starting in my chest and moving outward. Not heat — not temperature. Something more like — presence. Like something taking up more space inside me than it did yesterday." She paused. "And something else underneath that. Something that's been there for as long as I can remember, in the quiet part of me, but it's oriented now. Pointed. Like a compass." "Toward the Moon," Mira said. "Toward the Moon."

I am afraid of my demons wanting to sling her on my shoulders and take her back to the penthouse and show her how much I missed her but the small and sane part of me hissed at me to keep my ugly parts and demons away from her and the beautiful moments we are breathing in. Fay Moore is the only one who encourages that sane part of me to grow big and pushes away the demons lurking in front.

To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul. The black substance stopped within the soul at the area the heart used to be. The soul tried to get it out but it couldn't. I looked at the demon and it breathed in and then out. Suddenly blood started piercing out of the demons jaw and it stared directly at the place where the black substance was. It was only then I had realized the kind of demon I had summoned. This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most.

Praised me when we made it out alive and without my having some kind of attack in the middle of it. In the car we were quiet, the radio playing, turned low but at a decent enough level. I stared out the window as I concentrated on the feel of his hand in mine. The soft textures of his fingers and palm, the warmth that I soaked up eagerly. Until I met him I had always been so cold, but he filled me with a warmth I didn't even realize I was missing. He warmed my soul and I knew he was slowly healing all the damage that had been done to me.

Bringing mе bасk dоwn tо еаrth, mаkіng mе remember it соuld bе worse. Wаrmіng my soul аnd wаѕhіng mу tеаrѕ аwау. I soap mуѕеlf gеntlу. I nееd tо take ѕресіаl саrе, because іt feels lіkе no оnе else wіll.

I let out a sigh and closed my eyes. It happened in my head. Everyone is happy and they all feel better than they ever have in years. The sick were healed, the land yielded fruits and the water was clean. The sun rises and shines above the thick fog and everywhere is restored. Slowly, a warmth filled my soul, then I felt it leave me little by little like it was being drawn with a straw. The more the warmth left me, the more I felt a chilling cold. I knew I had to hold on till I’m out of warmth and filled with the chill of their suffering.

My voice trailed off, a haunting silence filling the room. "How can I possibly continue to exist?" I choke on my words. In that dire moment, just as my soul teetered on the brink of utter despair, a gentle warmth began to stir within my heart. My eyes quivered with anticipation as I directed my gaze towards my chest, where the inexplicable sensation radiated from. This warmth was unlike any power I possessed, distinct from the energy of my wolf. Instead, it bore the tender touch of a connection I had never experienced before—a connection forged with my mate.

As I stare into the tiny flame the old ladies words keep playing in my mind “A soul is much like a flame. It does not exist to simply be. It must be fed and nourished so that a flame becomes a fire. However, precaution is needed to handle such a thing. In one’s control it can create such beauty and flow abundantly. Although, when out of control it can become the greatest distraction that will destroy everything in its path” As I recite them once more I blow out a breath heavily.

It hurt staying away from her and I don’t want to do it anymore. I can feel something shooting into my chest from outside of my body. It’s warm and comforting. And its big. It’s so big. Like a non-painful lightning bolt. A soft electrocution of my heart and soul, connecting me to the soul or souls, I guess, within her.

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.