Alchemy Of The Soul Novels & Stories

As I reached the middle of the book, my motion halted. “The Soul?” I read the title at the top of the paper. “The soul is a spell which is mostly used to trap Lycan’s soul deep inside so they would lose their power. But, in rare cases of mixed-born, the spell can be used to trap both souls. Separated the two souls and made their power extremely weak. If the spell is performed on one who had been cursed before, it would crack the spell and free the soul.” My jaw dropped. “There is such a strong spell! Wow.”

“We would use Yarikh's box to transfer werewolf powers to everyone in our army. But unfortunately, your sister would die.” “What?” I exclaimed. “The box of Yarikh is for a blood transfer,” he said and showed me a symbol on the relic. “أعطيتك كل شيء, {I gave you everything}. It's a ritual in which she would have to give everything and die.” “Science, you say? You're committing mass murder, risking countless lives, and relying on a mythical relic instead of facts. There's nothing scientific about it,” I retorted.

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos

“You idiot. The purpose of the ritual that I am doing right now, is to retrieve two lost souls from limbo to bring two persons back to life as per your friend’s request. Due to the fact that I do not have a soul because I sold it for a good time, I would not be the ideal candidate to go the realm between life and death. Only a person with a soul is capable to enter those gates. For me to use his soul and send him to the realm between life and death, I needed to get him to be on the brink of death. Not fully dead, just almost so I can keep track of his soul and pull him out of there when it is time for him to leave. Now that I am done tutoring your block-headed butt, can you put me down so I

And the most romantics, too, will not agree. When a person is in love, like our dear Adelard, then the person is no longer who he or she was. The person completely loses his, her personality. Person becomes discolored. Maybe a person loses even the soul. But the answer here will be this: a person, instead of his or her former soul, acquires something better. He or she acquires skill. Namely, the mastery of the ability to turn life into the greatest masterpiece. This is what happens when a person is in love.

Fen's eyes burned brighter with each passing hour, his power growing exponentially as he absorbed the alpheno's essence. Finally, as the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness, the ritual reached its climax. With a triumphant roar, Fen unleashed a surge of power that swept through the chamber, enveloping Mary Jane and Alfred in a blinding light. Their bodies, once vibrant and full of life, withered and crumbled to dust, leaving behind only their lifeless souls.

He smiles as he watches the head of the clan and everyone around that room dead and bathing with their blood that put him in utmost content. He who sacrifices his very soul and is bound into the chains and clutches of that God. The master of the dead, a necromancer, and an alchemist. He who is supposed to be dead yet is alive and continues to like a cycle of a jellyfish and two. He is greeted as his very creation and façade of an older sister, replies. “As your very wish, master.”

Only a flesh-colored smear appeared where his eyes, nose and mouth should be. “Are ye ready? To accept the offering of One Whose Name Is Not to be Spoken? Are ye willing? To be made over into His Unknowable Image?” Despite the fear clenching my guts, I nodded. He reached down, his massive fingers spread. I could see that ring with the onyx stone set in it. Could also see the blazing yellow symbol on it writhing . . .

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe

He was shirtless allowing Summer a glimpse of the intricate dragon tattoo on his back, the same tattoo that she herself had received after being forced into marrying Michael. A cup dangled from his fingers at his side, that was when Summer finally noticed the intense smell of alcohol permeating throughout the entire living room. Not only was Michael not asleep, but he was also most likely deliriously drunk. "What did you find out?" His voice slurred out. He didn't bother turning to look at Summer as he spoke instead choosing to lift his drink to his lips. Summer let out a long sigh, "we have a mole." Now Michael did turn around, throwing his glass to the floor by Summer's feet as he did so.