Novel & Cerita Warmness In The Soul

With each thunderous beat, a warmth began to spread throughout my chest, warming me all the way down to my icy toes. His lips curled up at the corners, inching higher and higher until his straight, white teeth were on display. If I had been standing on my feet and not pinned against the wall, my legs would’ve wobbled at the sight. “You’re accepting the bond; I can feel it.” Was I? Was that what this was? The warmth didn’t fade, rather it exploded from my chest, sinking into Azrael until I could feel the blinding light that lived within his body. A distant voice in the very back of my head whispered that it was his soul.

I place my hand on his cheek and stare into that glow and suddenly, I am starting to regain everything. I feel like I have always been in a cold environment and warmth is just coming for me. I feel cozy and inviting. Furthermore, I allow the warmth capture every part of me, every part of my soul, and in return, it brings back my real memories to me. They hurt as I defy the ones that are said into my head. I remember the taste of Nicholas's blood on my tongue and that night, how I craved for it to heal me. I remember how he has lain on the bed, next to me and says those words in my head, altering that which is the truth that I knew.

"Do you remember anything?" The girl closed her eyes. For a long moment, there was nothing, but then... "I remember... flowers." A pause. "And someone singing." Another pause. "I think... they loved me." Aiden smiled. "Then that's where we start." Behind them, the Book of Origins floated into the air, its pages turning on their own as words slowly appeared: > *A soul is not its memories alone.* > *It is every love it has given... and every love it has received.*>

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.”

Child of the Unbound. The sound burrowed beneath her ribs. “What is this?” she gasped. The words felt wrong here, like they didn’t belong to her mouth. Kael’s expression darkened. “The soulstream beneath all realms—the artery of Death itself.” The Vein pulsed, as though acknowledging him.

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.

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.

They had likely grown weary of my presence—of the endless screaming and the haunting episodes that had defined my arrival. I snuggled closer to Malachi, feeling a deep, biting cold settle into my limbs. Anchoring the spirits had left me raw, my own soul exposed to the frigid currents of the underworld. The warmth of Malachi’s body was a comfort, yet it was wholly insufficient to quell the unnatural chill entrenched in my bones. I knew then that this cold was not of the physical world; therefore, flesh and blood could never be the cure.

Anderson asked out of nowhere. Kit wanted to answer but doesn't know what to say. Loving someone who already hurt you is stupid for Kit. Falling in love with someone and not being able to tell them is torture. Nobody deserves to experience things like that. The last place they visited was the Dos Hermanos Islands. The allure of the islets gave a different kind of emotion to Anderson. His eyes were glowing, and Kit could see it. Without realizing it, a smile formed on his lips when he saw Anderson smiled.