Warmness In The Soul Novels & Stories

Someone laughed nearby “Most souls don’t even make it this far, you know? They just give in and pass on.” The sound of that voice made me sit up instantly. I had never heard that sound before, but I knew it. It wasn't really spoken words. It was… A feeling. A gentle warmth warming my chest. Images forming on their own in my mind, as if I were a vessel waiting for nectar to fill it. And then, as if my eyes needed a moment to comprehend what they were seeing, there it was. It was a wolf. No, it was THE wolf. The origin of us all.

The room felt colder somehow, even with the morning light filtering through the windows. Hamish circled me like he was studying an artifact. “Tell me if you feel any internal pull now. Ignore the cold one. Focus on warmth.” I inhaled deeply. There it was. A faint warmth behind my sternum, subtle but present, like the rumble of embers that hadn’t yet caught flame. “I feel it,” I whispered. “Where?” Hamish asked. “My chest… then my spine… then my palms.” Grayson grabbed my hand quickly, checking for heat. His brows furrowed. “It’s warm.”

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

And he tapped into it. Even if Levon hates him, his soul wouldn't. He could feel it, yearning to reach out. To feel. To hold. To touch. He craves it all the same. All their senses open to one another. "Always gonna be yours, Louis, no other." Louis felt a cold wave crashing down into his burning soul, it was peaceful, it felt good, he welcomed it, he couldn't fight against his soul and his soul wanted his other half. The one who has hurt them just as badly.

"Would it be like falling into a dark abyss that I can’t escape from?" ‘No,’ her succubus self assured. ‘You will simply become strong like you want. And no one will be able to fool you ever again. You’ll finally be free from it all.’ Free… That word sounded so tempting. ‘Okay,’ Amelia managed. ‘Please make it go away.’ ‘With pleasure.’ Instantly, Amelia felt an all-encompassing warmth begin to wrap around her, soothing all the pain that she felt. It was like submerging herself in a warm bath, but instead of only touching her skin, it touched her very soul.

Love is the beauty of the soul. *******

It was not physical, not even the most base sensation; it was a sharing of being, a giving of soul-deep fire. They clung there together for what felt like an eternity in the water, arms and legs bound tightly around one another, hearts beating against each other. The light in the grotto crept back to its gentle, steady glow. Her humming was back, a contented, satisfied thrum against his chest. She hid her face in the hollow of his throat, lips on the beat of his pulse. "I see now," she whispered in his head, her voice full of new peace. "Warmth is not something. It is a sharing. A giving."

Watching me. “What?” I asked, voice hoarse and filled with sleep as I rubbed my eyes. He shook his head slowly, eyes narrowed in what seemed to be confusion. Like he was trying to understand something. “Do you… feel that?” I frowned. “Feel what?” Then I stilled. There it was again. A thrum. Like a heartbeat, but not mine. A low tug pulling at my chest—my soul. And then… warmth spread from the center of me outward, not just physical but something deeper. Something eternal.

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos