Novel & Cerita Warmness In The Soul

'She' said. "One by one, you followed everything up as it should be. Even your long time enemy who you had changed into a beast to wonder the face of the earth thought that he was going to have his revenge. Little did he know that we were only using him. And now he is dead and gone." 'She' said. "As beasts do not have souls." I said, completing her words. "And how about that herbal woman? I just laughed at her naive behavior. She hadn't even suspected a thing." 'She' said and laughed out loudly.

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.

Jannet asked. “I think I know how,” I said, looking at the trees sprinting past the window, “I felt a burning sensation in my heart before I saw myself in this beautiful place filled with clouds. It was like someone was burning my heart. The hellfire is a supernatural fire and it must have reduced the uncontrollable power of my awakened soul, taming it down. The Moon Goddess told me how she didn’t want Asphalt to destroy everything, so she revived my body by blessing me.” “That is how I can keep up with my soul’s strength.”

"This time there was a moment where it was just her, stirring, before any of the heat came with her." Serafine set the herbs down entirely. "That matters more than the two breaths of warning." "Aren't they the same thing? The warning and the warmth — I thought that was just the heat building toward whatever she does next." "No." Serafine's voice sharpened, precise. "The heat isn't separate from her, and it isn't a tool she uses. The heat *is* her. Every surge you've ever felt — in that street as a child, in your father's entryway, in the arena — that was never power moving through your wolf. That was your wolf herself, surfacing. The warmth is what she feels like when she rises."

What a coincidence? “Look down,” She said and I looked down. The fading souls are getting plenty. The earth is full of energy and they are going in every direction around the globe to find a new home. To find a place where they can fit in, but nothing on earth can fit them in. That is why humans can absorb them. That makes every emotion too much, no middle, not enough. The simple horniness can turn into lust, the simple anger can turn into rage, and soon there will be chaos. A spiritual battle with humans is involved.

"On one hand I feel you've said something right and on the other hand I feel you've said something wrong." The Demonic Wolf didn't say anything as it glared at me, its body becoming blazing with demonic fire. I could even feel the heat down where I was standing. It gradually seeped into my body, attempting to burn my soul away. But now I wasn't the ordinary person from back then. I had awakened a new ability, my soul becoming fortified. Hence the heat from the Demonic fire didn't have as much impact as it had before on me. The burning of my soul was actually very slow and wouldn't cause any damage for some time.

The world seemed pretty and welcoming on the outside, but on the inside, it was a dying sickening world that tried to crush your very soul. “She’s here because of you! You ruined this family because of her.” “She’s still my daughter, no matter what you say. I will not throw her out!” I sighed muting out the words my father and Jackson exchanged and watched the dancing flames within the fireplace. Sharp flames that crackled against the crisp woods. The blazes of the fire roared to life as the woods took their last breath on earth, before crumbling away into smoke... ashes. Fire was a powerful source of heat to the cold, yet also a source of danger to the burning.. to the dying. Like Ferdinand

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.