Novel & Cerita A Soul's Revenge

This time he felt like his soul was being squeezed and all he wanted was to destroy something with his fists, until he saw them bleeding and raw, and his anger flowing out through his wounds, they had to be huge openings. He stopped at a pole dance without being completely aware of what he was doing. His mind was only focused on revenge, as it could not be otherwise considering what he did. He sat at one of the tables to watch the women dressed in lingerie dance on the pole. He ordered a bottle of rum that he intended to drink alone, perhaps to drown the pain that was compressing his soul.

Sujata reveals. "Would that stop you from doing what you did? No, never. You stooped so low that you sold yourself. You had an intimate relationship with the owner of the video." Abhi started howling and shouting, Sanjay tried to console him but he was inconsolable. He turns towards Sujata," you know to punish you for your offence, Almighty, didn't let me forget my past, the moment I came back here I retrieved my past. For your information, I was Raj in my previous birth. Whatever I did to your father was unintentionally but you did everything intentionally. I want to forget everything. " His sobbing grew louder. "Even I 'm ashamed of my father." Everyone turns to the source of the voice.

How could they be together even in death while I was cursed to live a hideous life repenting for sins that I only committed to keep those I loved safe? "No, Margo. They can't win over us. Not Delia and definitely not Eve. This is why you got a second chance... Let's get better ok" I told myself. "Then we'll have our revenge. Let's make sure to flay her skin. I am going to burn you to ashes Eve. If you won't die from falling down the hill, you are definitely going to die when I burn you alive. And this time, I am going to make sure that you don't survive I'll make sure of it" I promised.

Zhou Fu was furious because he had been arguing for quite a while but the woman didn't heed the slightest bit of his request. The white-haired beauty introduced herself as the embodiment of Holy Spirit Magic. She said that she had the power to restore the souls of the dead. “Not all places on earth are inhabited by Holy Spirits. The Holy Spirit is a gift from God for lands that are ruled justly and prosperously. We didn't just choose anyone to revive. I chose you, and for that you should be grateful, not angry!”

The souls trapped in his body followed the light and came out one by one from his eyes. Vladimir stepped back from him. He smiled with pleasure when he watched the angry souls taking revenge on Arazor. Arazor suffered as thousands of souls attacked and wounded him. Finally, they took his soul with them to be tormented forever. ******

"For now, it is time. Time to put your revenge into your own hands, time to reclaim everything they stole from you, your legacy, your name, your future, and perhaps, even uncover the truth about your past." He turned to leave, dismissing the maids with a nod, leaving me alone once more with the dresses, I turned and looked at my reflection in the mirror, the old Chiara was dead, yes. But Viviana Marino? Viviana Marino was about to be born, and her first act would be to tear down the world of those who had wronged her, brick by carefully placed brick. Tonight, the game began.

I scrub, I scrub until my skin is red, raw, as if to tear off the stain, the smell, the memory of that night. But it doesn't go away. The pain between my thighs is a constant reminder. The stain on the sheet is seared into my memory like a brand. I thought I was at the bottom of the well after Raphaël's betrayal. I was wrong. He had only pushed me to the edge. That night, in that unknown bed, I hit rock bottom. A muddy, icy bottom, where nothing matters anymore. Where you are nothing anymore. I collapse at the bottom of the bathtub, hot water streaming over my body that is no longer quite mine. And in the roar of the water, a new oath is forged, darker, more definitive than all the others. A

Where curses and gluttony seek. “Will you give me your soul?” giggling in her demonic amusement, she puts her bag down as she pulls her sleeves up, as she is preparing for the inevitable battle she surely uses to right now. For all else, she is but, a shard soul of hers. “Death or rebirth, I could not choose, for all else, I am but a shard soul. Right, Arius?”

This revelation was shocking, and Adrian also noticed the surrounding spatial forces subtly suppressing his own soul power, adding a layer of unease. As their soul attacks surged, Adrian’s own soul energy pulsed to life, unwilling to be outdone. A chilling aura spread as he summoned the Soul Devouring Sword. The weapon’s dark energy flared, trapping the men's soul projections and forcing them to recoil in horror. "What… It’s a cursed weapon!" one of the men gasped, visibly shaken. The Soul Devouring Sword's sinister aura formed a binding barrier around them, rendering them powerless against Adrian’s soul energy.

I whispered, the name tasting like cold ash. From the black-emerald light of the Ziggurat, a new figure stepped out—not a god, and not a machine, but a Revenant of the Foundry, his skin still charred by my sunset-gold fire, his eyes glowing with the hollow, blue light of a Man who has already been through Hell. "Welcome back to the Foundry of the Soul, Darlene," Silas growled, his voice a perfect mirror of my own nightmares. "It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Ghosts she thought she had Buried."