Ám Giữ Linh Hồn Novels & Stories

Murong Cheng led Old Ghost Huang into the hospital room and immediately unlocked the door. "What's going on with her?" Murong Cheng frowned and asked, "Why can't she wake up?" Old Ghost Huang shivered and pulled out a large handful of yellow talismans from his arms, again with vermillion sand and red rope, and whispered as he set up the formation, "The Soul Vessel is too severely traumatized ah! The soul has a memory, it remembers that it was drowned, and when it encounters water again, like inertia, it will avoid it on its own!"

Lin Hang ask worriedly. " Third brother, well , how about this third and second brother. Last night the old man comes into my dream and give me ten small bags. They can stores many things except live things and human . Even the owner can't enter the space. I can't give the ring because they are not related with me by blood but the Qingkun bags can. Ask them to put their blood on the bag. They also can keep the bag inside their space if they are afraid they will lose them somewhere. If they wants to keep food stocks ask from mother. The things inside won't be rotten no matter how long they are inside. " Lin Shan explain to them.

As we came out, a voice reverberated all through the room – a gatekeeper soul, astute and old. "The Guardians of Adjust," echoes the soul's voice, "You've been chosen to preserve the concordance that connects all realms." "We take that duty," I answered, our commitment faithful. The nearness of the soul appeared to wrap us. "The enchantment of the Charmed Woodland could be a beacon of solidarity and it'll assist you on your travel."

"Saint, I won't be gone forever. But my return will be long. So you, take care of yourself. Continue what you started to get back to your home. We'll meet again for a long time but I'll wait for you, I will wait for your return. " I don't even know what's going on now but I guess I need to leave. My soul is not like a normal soul. I cannot stay at the Afterlife Inn because I am the guardian of soul and I have the ability to free the souls here if I wish from the hand of this mysterious Inn. And that thing will ruin the design of death.

"Hold onto the grimoire tightly. If all else fails, I'll resort to my final option." Tomoya's eyes widened. "Are you serious? You'd put yourself on the line, niisan?" "If it's necessary, then yes. I refuse to let Kathleen suffer the same fate as us, the cursed. It might sound sentimental for someone devoid of a human heart, but I vividly recall the sensation of being so powerlessness. It's ingrained in my very being that I could feel how unsettling it is," he sighed. "Agatha, Samantha, Christian, and..." he motioned towards Theresa, "and Theresa, of course: they harbor distinct souls, not easily extinguished. I can still save them."

And that was her purpose. The last embers of Crystal’s life flickered unstably as her spirit threatened to leave her be. Yet she held on to it. She forcefully tethered her fractured soul to her body and kept moving on. She wanted to engrave the image of her Lord into her mind one last time. Just in case, she thought to herself. She would remember what her Lord looked like just in case there was an afterlife. That way she would never forget what she was. And if there wasn’t, then maybe there would be a resurrection – another life lived as another person. And if that was to be her fate, she wouldn’t want to forget this life either. But if neither was possible; if this was the end and there was

I cleared my throat, trying to stay on track. “I accept the bond to join my soul, body, mind, and spirit. I will protect you with my life. I will love you with my heart. I will follow you into the afterlife. I will be yours even after time has ended.” Our hands began to glow softly. She stared at them in awe, clearing her own throat as she began to repeat after me.

“Yes, such a lovely gift I’m blessed with. It is very honorable to become a wraith of mine. Right as the host dies I collect their meager little souls and give them a new purpose.” “How can they join the stars without their soul?” I utter completely flabbergasted. His smile broadened, “They don't. If my wraith dies then the spirit is released and they join said stars.” He waved his hand as if waving the thought away. “My Love how are you faring?” I swallowed unable to dismiss the idea of those poor spirits locked away from the afterlife. “I… I’m well. The view is lovely here.” I changed topics quickly.

But once she crossed over through the Gate, you can bet she took on the shape of the Sidhe himself. And if a reincarnated soul is taken from a host? My heart went to Liam. It's no wonder the boy is sick, Gram's mental voice grated. And if we don't retrieve the soul and return it to him, he'll die. There's no way Ameline managed this herself. My power surged, whipping into a frenzy. Anger was my favorite go-to when I felt helpless and this was a perfect example. Venner had to have helped her. Mom didn't protest.

“Now I understand. Our bond is not bound by flesh alone. When the time comes, we will simply step through the veil together… and keep walking.” Spring brought the laughter of even more little ones. The great meadow filled with new generations chasing butterflies and learning the old songs. Kael—now silver at the temples himself—stood beside us at the overlook, watching his own grandchildren with quiet pride. Lira, radiant as ever, pressed new crystal amulets into our hands. “These will carry your essence,” she said softly. “So that even when you choose to rest, your love remains a living guide.”