A Soul's Revenge Novels & Stories

She started hitting Celeste with her small fists, each blow weak but full of heartbreak. "We gave you everything!" she sobbed. "We loved you more than our own lives! How could you do this to us?" Celeste found herself backed against the cold stone wall of the estate. She looked at these two people who had once treated her like a precious princess. Now they looked ready to tear her apart with their bare hands. The rage and betrayal in their eyes was terrifying. Suddenly, something inside Celeste snapped. She started laughing. It wasn't a normal laugh. It was the sound of someone who had completely lost their mind.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

I start to get dizzy as my soul is ripped from my body and distantly from somewhere in the room I hear the howling of our friends. Few hours later Darkness. Is it something that you see with your eyes or is it a feeling deep in your soul? With every hour I am away from my Zolotse I feel the demons taking just that little bit more of my soul, pulling me into a darker place. Revenge. I can almost taste the blood of the person who did this to Ana. I’m going to kill them with my bare hands when I find out who it is. And every last person involved is going to suffer and die a slow painful death along with them.

I swore it, heart cold with rage and resolve: One day, I’d make him pay for every violation, every humiliation, every scar he carved onto my body and memory. Tonight, he thought he’d conquered me. But he would never own me—not really. My soul is my own. My revenge would be too.

"If it wasn't for my powerful Spirit, I would have long been annihilated!" "No matter who did it, I will take revenge!" The immortal beast's soul roared furiously, and its attention quickly returned to Caspian. "Were you the one who pulled out the nail?" The immortal beast's soul asked. Caspian smiled. "So what if I am? So what if I am not?" "Haha, whether it's true or not, you're going to die!" The soul of the immortal beast sneered without end. Indeed, it didn't care who Caspian was. In any case, the reason it had revived this time was to take revenge!

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”

He some how lost more coloring in is face at my calm words “Ground Spears!” I shouted angrily punching up into the air. The soldiers that surrounded us were now high up on the points of the spears with blood gushing and dripping down the jagged rocks, more groans and moans of pain filling the air which was tainted with the scent of blood. “Soul Snatch!” I ripped the wispy soul out of the body, and he looked terrified. “Soul’s Doom!” Just like before, a white demon charged right at him and shredded his soul to many little pieces. The spears disappeared a moment later, and I was encircled by bodies.

She yelled an expletive at herself, “Damn it!” “And just how did you go about preparing the poison, Angelina?” Stella asked Angelina all of sudden. “Perhaps nothing that I have done, including killing those people who have wronged me, has brought me any form of justice at all.” Instead, it is making me more sinful than I already was. And, this vengeance isn’t worth anything, and it has no significance,’ she questioned to herself. “Angelina? Hey?” Stella interrupted. But taking the lives of those who wronged me in the past was my way of exacting revenge for the damage they caused to not just my life but also the lives of many other innocent people.

And in that moment, with the abyss yawning beneath my soul, I made my choice. I chose vengeance. The instant I surrendered to that decision, I felt the last remnants of my light shatter and fall away like glass broken on cold stone. My heart, once filled with fragile hope and aching kindness, died beneath the weight of hatred and despair. I was no longer Selene, the girl who clung to mercy and dreams of redemption. I was something else—something hollow and relentless, carved from pain and sharpened by rage. This was my rebirth, born of silence and sorrow, and it demanded a sacrifice I was willing to pay: my very soul. The price was steep, but I would wear it like armor, a shield forged from