A Soul's Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

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."

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…

She not only cursed the heathens that had murdered her, but she had cursed herself, as well, by proclaiming her soul’s eventual reincarnation. For the many centuries Raphael had lived, her soul had been entombed, buried under the ground, until Jared uncovered and stole the relic from Dr. Chappo. How long she had been trapped! It could have driven her mad. When Serena held the soul-laden statue in her hands, Sirona finally found a most suitable host. And the rest is history, or the present, as it were, with Sirona coaxing Serena to exact revenge for both of their misfortunes. The question remained how to separate the two. And what would happen if and when they could?

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.