Warmness In The Soul Novels & Stories

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

It wrapped around me like a warm blanket, filling every part of my soul. --- ~THE END

My chest tightened sharply. And for the first time. I understood why emotionally healed people often carry sadness inside their kindness. Because eventually, after surviving enough loneliness. the soul becomes determined to offer others the softness it once needed most itself.

It’s like I’m trapped inside myself, screaming for help with no way to be heard. “Come on, Mariah,” I urge myself. “You’re stronger than this. You’ve survived too much to give up now.” But then… something shifts. A warmth. Soft. Gentle. Familiar. It starts as a faint glow, barely noticeable in the vast emptiness, but it grows—slowly at first, then stronger. It’s not harsh or blinding, but warm and comforting, like sunlight breaking through the clouds after a storm. “What is that?” The warmth surrounds me, wrapping around me like a protective cocoon. It’s soothing, easing the ache in my heart and calming the storm inside me. And then… I feel it.

"All of you. Even the parts you can't remember yet." "How can you be so sure?" "Because I've watched you heal everyone who needs it, even those who treat you with suspicion. I've seen you risk everything to save lives." His hands frame my face. "That kind of heart doesn't come from nowhere, sweetling. It's bone-deep. Soul-deep. And souls are eternal, even when our memories aren’t." He tries to continue the session but my heart isn’t in it. His body pins mine to the training mat easily, our chests heaving from exertion. Despite my dark thoughts, awareness crackles between us at every point of contact.

I feel him everywhere—not just physically but emotionally, spiritually—as if our souls are touching, recognizing each other across time and space. For those perfect, suspended moments, there is no doubt, no fear, no past or future. Just us, joined in the most primal, sacred way possible. As we come back to ourselves, his weight a comforting pressure above me, I wait for the heat to ease, for the burning need to subside enough to allow conversation, thought, reason. But it doesn't. If anything, the completion seems to have intensified the cycle, my body already responding, already needing more. This is just the beginning—the heat will last for days, each wave building on the last until we're

His hands are on me, gentle but firm, as if he’s afraid I’ll slip away. The void between us is still there, but I can feel him. Even through the emptiness, I can feel the weight of his love, his fear, his relief. I reach up with trembling fingers, brushing them against his cheek. His skin is warm, rough beneath my fingertips, and the contact sends a rush of warmth through me... not the sparks of mate bond... but warmth. The kind of wamrth that heals every pain and ache... that soothes your soul and heart.

Causing her to feel warmth in her heart. “Wow,” Ava gasped out. “I feel free.” Willow stood before her. With folded arms across her chest. “Like you should be, but there is a catch. Your soul cannot live exceptionally long away from your body. You must find a way back to your body before the first raise of the new day!” Ava was looking around her. She was enjoying the new sensations that she was experiencing. It was like nothing that she had ever known before.

Why was I going under heat again? “No wonder you were smelling so tempting for a few days. You’re in heat. This is why you were feeling hot last night, and this is why you are feeling warm inside your body. This sudden urge to have me with you all the time is because your soul is burning for me.” He said, holding me closer to his chest, and I closed my eyes, shaking my head. “Why am I going under heat again? And why am I feeling so… so vulnerable? And why are you smelling so… good?” I asked him, my mouth salivating, and Theodore chuckled softly, caressing the lengths of my arms.

She embraced the lessons learned, acknowledging the growth and transformation that came from both triumphs and trials. With the guidance of the divine, Rita recognized that the soul's journey home was not an endpoint but a perpetual cycle of evolution and expansion. She understood that her earthly life was but one chapter in the grand tapestry of existence—a profound and sacred chapter that had contributed to the collective evolution of consciousness. As Rita embarked on the soul's journey home, she radiated a profound sense of peace, love, and acceptance. Her presence became a testament to the eternal nature of the soul, an invitation for others to explore the depths of their own divine ess