108 Soul の小説・ストーリー

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

With a cold smile, he commented, “Ten pavilion contribution points a day isn’t expensive. You need to think about it: The Soul Hall requires the support of power while you’re training, and this uses up a lot of spirited crystals. As payment for the power consumption, you only need to pay ten contribution points a day. Even I feel that this is quite a small amount that we need to pay.” Before he arrived, Fane had already heard that the Soul Hall was actually a large formation, and its function was to raise the speed of somebody practicing the martial art technique or martial skill that belonged to the soul attribute. Since it was a large formation, it required power to run itself, and this me

Osgald nodded his head and he gestured at the men. " You may leave!" The men left grudgingly and Denisa couldn't help staring at Eight one last time. " I knew you didn't have simple intentions when you shot Savannah and that's why I asked my men to bring you here" Eight frowned slightly " What exactly is this place, where am I ?" " This is soul city, it's an harbor for soul shifters, I built this place two years ago" Eight was surprised " Why are you interested in soul shifters, most people want them dead "

Our date was at the Blue Moon bar. Just like in my dream, there she was at the table in front of me, I never felt so lucky in my life. She was dressed in her favourite light blue dress with a silver purse. With her by my side, I will climb every mountain to be here again. Without her around, there will be no destination at the end of my journey. I find hope, trust, and faith every time I looked at her. Whilst passing her the glass of champagne, I noticed a mark on her wrist. It was a symbolic tattoo that I have never seen before.

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

Galene paused next to a group of older men who’d gathered around her largest work. “The strokes seem natural and fluid. What is the student’s name?” One of them leaned forward and squinted. “Galene Bennett.” “There’s a dramatic intensity here that touches a higher plane.” “I like the contrast of light and dark—this dark energy—a marine creature is luring me to my watery death.” “Yes.” Another critic responded. “This work is all about the deep caverns in our soul.” Galene’s pulse picked up, and she took a step back.

What are you doing? ReNew’s response came quickly. It wasn’t me. The Soul Spirit waved her hand, beckoning Charlene forward. "It was me, my child. We have much to discuss." ReNew stepped back, a flicker of unease crossing her consciousness. Charlene stepped forward, her heart racing. "These changes are overwhelming for you," the Soul Spirit continued. "I hear your thoughts. While I slumber, I still hear and watch over my children. Yes, even on Earth. This is one of my gifts. By the way, I can hear your thoughts. No need for words."

She carries on, every now and then reading from the book. "So nothing bad will happen?" My interest in the couple's future is more than I thought it would be. The dark brown-haired person shakes her head with a no. "If the couple is not together at the time their soul will start exiting their body. Star with gold, representing the powers of the stars. Which form in a gold colour." She explains the bad.

But her emotions bleed thru her voice. “You were going to say, ′YES!′ Weren’t you?" She’s extremely sad. I can feel her emotions through her words like they are my own. It’s so weird. “I honestly don’t know what I was gonna say...” I really didn’t. All I know is that this relationship is moving really fast. “He needs to wait until WE know for sure. Look my Mother the Moon Goddess has given all of her children a life soulmate. She created a perfect individual for each of us. They are called a Soulmate. Because they are the other half of our Soul. We are totally incomplete without them. We belong to them as they belong to us!” She stresses.