Ám Giữ Linh Hồn 소설 & 이야기

I had to store her in my memory, to cling to every bit of beauty her form contained. "I wish I could take you with me." This was the child in me, saying things that reflected the silly sincerity of the heart. But she placed a firm hand on my chest. "But you are taking me with you, Rory. Wherever you go, I will never cease to be a part of who you are." She pulled me close and embraced me. I drank in her scent, sweet lemon verbena and jasmine married with something astral. "In death, we only part from our physical forms. Our souls remain, protecting those we leave behind. So, I will be bound to you, in this life, the next, and the next."

Both in Islam and Judaism, they are said to hold a scroll concerning the fate of the mortals, recording, and erasing the names of men respectively at birth and death. At their feet, I could see the guardians, asleep as well. As they were actually sent to this realm as well, I could not speak to them, so this task was rather tedious now. I pondered for a while on what to do when I remembered what Edith said about the souls. Azrael should not know that souls had been removed from the realm if we were to replace them. As I recalled the instructions with the image of the soul in my mind, it appeared in my hand. I placed it at Azrael’s feet and grabbed one of the guardians.

The pack members circled the pyre, heads bowed, their collective howl a mournful, haunting melody that echoed through the forest. The priest sprinkled sacred herbs over Luna Light’s body, his words resonating with the weight of their history: “From the earth we rise, to the earth we return. May Luna Light find peace in the arms of the Moon Goddess. May her spirit watch over us, guiding us in the darkest of times.”

He detected a hint of accent but wasn’t sure what it was. “It is believed,” he went on, “that the soul—your soul, friends—is connected to the body by a thin, invisible line. And when these clay pots of ours ‘break’, or give out . . . ” The old man thumped his torso with both fists. “ . . . when our springs and summers have flown, and when the bleak winter of our life grows colder and these clay pots doth break—” He struck himself sharply a second time, and the hollow echo of it and of his voice hung frozen in the air a moment. “—once that invisible silver cord is severed, we cannot get back. Ever. The separation of spirit from flesh becomes final. In a word: we die.”

Trust becoming prison. My han‌d‌s wer⁠e shaking s⁠o bad I co​uld barely turn pa‌g‌es. I’ve found the w‌ay.⁠ Ancient magic. Soul preservation across lifet‍imes. I will die but I w‌ill not en‍d. I wil‌l r⁠eturn. Aga‍in and again. The words​ blur‌red. Un‍til the per‌fect vessel is born.

Thank you," she said, though she was not entirely sure what she was thanking them for. The Keeper smiled, their features settling briefly into those of an elderly woman with kind eyes. "Trust your heart, child. It remembers what your mind does not." As they made their way back up the staircase, Lydia's mind was racing, trying to make sense of everything the Keeper had said. Soul-bound mates? Memories of the soul? None of it made sense, and yet...something about it felt true, like a word on the tip of her tongue that she could not quite recall.

And then came a soft voice, not originating from anyone's mouth, but echoing from Sua's subconscious. "A true healer does not separate one life from another. You chose with your soul, not your ego. Remember this, Sua Linjin: whoever touches life must be willing to be touched by death." Sua turned to Rai, who was still leaning against her shoulder. The man was looking at her with a gaze full of admiration. He realized that the girl standing before him was a truly remarkable woman. She looked down for a moment, then gently slipped the Xiangyu bark into the inner pocket of her robe.

I swallowed and managed a weak, “What were they?” Ike rambled on. “Linh hon da mat. Lost souls. Gooks believed when a body lost its way, it wandered off this plane of existence in search of a new one. Maybe when the body got so it didn’t know what it wanted anymore or where it was going. Or maybe somehow it knew its time was up, so it got to wandering. Problem was, once it started, it hardly ever found where it was going.

This from Liam. I turn to him, putting my hand on his cheek, waiting for him to look at me. “My feelings for Ailduin are no different than my feelings for Clint. The Guardian spirit does not reincarnate with the human, Liam. It reincarnates as a wolf spirit but not with the feelings of the previous wolf. While I have the memories of Jinelle and Lily, and their wolves, it does not change my feelings for you. You are my mate, and that will not change until we die.”

"I'll give a little bit of my soul to my son. This way he can survive while you guys figure out how to save him." Replied Lin Qixuan who looked sadly at Long Chen. Qin Lu'er and the others knew what Lin Qixuan meant, Long Chen had almost lost his life energy. So, if left to continue as it is now, his situation would worsen even more and would definitely die slowly.