Ám Giữ Linh Hồn の小説・ストーリー

"Then, let him live in your heart and remember him fondly when you must. That alone would be enough to bring him peace. But you must not let grief consume you. Seek your own happiness. Do not waste the rest of your years mourning a ghost." Tears welled in Qiana's eyes as she fell to her knees. "My love for him will not fade. Though fate denied us in this life, I pray the heavens grants us another. I can't love another man. In life, I belonged to him, and in death, I shall remain his." She lowered her head to the ground. "My lord, please allow me to stay in his courtyard. Let me keep watch over his spirit, breathe the air he once breathed. I beg you."

“The Moon doesn’t keep souls that still have purpose. I know mine. I’ve made peace with who I am. I’m not half a soul anymore. I’m whole.” Light began to glow from her chest — the reformed bond pulsing with life. Darius matched it, their energies weaving into one shimmering thread between them. The guardian hesitated, its form flickering. Darius stepped forward beside her. “We don’t defy the balance. We are the balance. Flesh and spirit. Life and moonlight.” The two of them stood together, radiant in the silver glow. The forest trembled, and one by one, the spirits began to bow their heads — their forms dissolving into dust that shimmered like falling stars.

Her face answered for her. "It's what you are." Maren's old eyes didn't blink. "The one who holds. He spends life... burns it, breaks it, throws it down a cliff. You hold it. That is the whole of why he fears you. A thing that spends is always afraid of a thing that keeps." She drew a breath. "You can hold her to the world. I think you may be the only soul living who can." "Then tell me how," Amara said.

“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.

“Death is only the beginning, Maru. You should know by now that the soul is imperishable. Though you could change, remove and add something upon it, but its main components remains ever the same. Even if you extinguish the soul unto ashes, it does not follow that it is truly gone. Not really. Only in part, perhaps.” Nameless conversed further. “Then why?” Maru asked again. “I am only comforted by the thought that you would fight change with all that you are, Maru. Using a hand or claw, a blunt tooth or a sharpened fang, I know that you will give it your best. Same as I did in the trying years of my history. I would love to see you fail but I would also hate to witness your surrender.

“Because you’re bound to me. Even when your memories are lost, your soul knows mine. That bond is what's keeping you alive.” I swallowed hard, desperation creeping back in. “Then tell me how to get out. Tell me how to escape this.” “Keep remembering,” he said, voice quiet now, almost fading into the void itself. “Follow my voice. Follow the essence of me, the echo you still feel in your soul. It will lead you back.” My chest tightened as I saw it—his form flickering, dissolving like smoke into air. “No—wait. Don’t go. Not yet.”

"T h e... l o s t... s o u l s... s l o w l y... l o s e... a l l... t h e i r... m e m o r i e s ... a n d... b e c o m e... l i k e... a... w i n d. T h e y... d i s a p p e a r....i f... t h e y .. s t a y... o n... t h e i r... o w n... f o r... a... l o n g... t i m e." "We need to help her then." Giselle asked Hyun who nodded. "I will ask Vikas to take her back." "Is not Nia and Skyrim also souls? Then how they are still in their physical form."

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."