Body Without A Soul Novels & Stories

"Strictly speaking, they are still alive, but only their bodies. A body without a soul is like a crystal that has exhausted its energy, leaving only the most basic biological reactions. If no new soul is injected, it will gradually weaken and die." The nearest experimental table suddenly had some movement. The bound man's hollow eyes suddenly widened, and he bounced up violently, straining against the leather straps until they creaked. The veins on his neck throbbed madly, looking so ferocious it seemed he might snap his joints. The researcher quickly injected a potion. Within seconds, the muscular body went limp like mud and didn't move again. The well-traine

And Lifeless. He then proceeded by letting me fall. Fall over the edge. I only needed a little push. And he gave me one. He gave me the only thing that was needed for me to be doomed. For me to be lifeless once again. For me to be a shell, an empty body without its soul. Souls. Souls were the only thing that would live further then death could tell. But if you didn't have one, you simply would go to hell. And I at that moment, didn't have one.

There was a disapproving look on his face. “What help would that do? First, only a soul as powerful as Master’s is capable of doing that without heavy repercussions. At the very least, you need to be at the peak of the Nascent Divinity Realm, a half-immortal, so that your soul will be able to return to your own body. A feeble Body Washing Realm’s soul would be shred to pieces in a matter of seconds as soon as it leaves your body, much less be able to use it to possess someone.

Charles A lifeless being who is roaming around this world lifeless without any means of life—that is what I am now. I am a mere shell, devoid of purpose or vitality. Every day feels like a monotonous existence as I wander aimlessly through the world, disconnected from the joys and passions that once defined me.

But he was extremely disappointed to notice that it was utterly impossible. This body had long lost its vitality. It seemed to be complete, but it was completely occupied by the dark power. Every part of the body was rotten without any vitality. It was as cold and ruthless as metal. Only in the depths of the brain, a wisp of faint consciousness fluctuation rolled aimlessly, like a small unconscious fish in the surging sea, drifting around involuntarily.

It was like a manufactured body, possessed by a Soul. Every time he suffered an injury, his wounds would heal within an extremely short period of time, without even the trace of a scar. He did not need to mobilize any True Energy to heal himself. For an ordinary man, it might seem a great blessing. Yet, a spine-chilling cold overpowered himself gradually. His body had been manufactured by someone else. Despite his every effort, a Mind would emerge out from this body after it reached a certain level, to engulf his willpower. So, he was merely helping another person after all!

It was an odd coincidence that they had both attempted suicide at the same time in different countries. “Where is her soul then if my soul is in her body?” she asked. Caiden frowned. “It’s not in her body. It seemed like her body was still alive, but her soul gave out and faded away. I’m still a new demon so there’s gaps in my knowledge.” Clara was perturbed to find out that Caiden was a new demon and she was in a contract with him. She didn’t like knowing that she was trusting someone who had potentially never made a contract before.

Noah’s voice exploded in their comms— “ETHAN WE CAN’T STOP THIS! SHE’S USING EVERY NETWORK NODE—POWER GRID, SATELLITES, BANK SYSTEMS—EVERYTHING!” A God Without a Body Cassandra smiled. Even as her body began to fail. “To be truly infinite…” she whispered, “…one must become everywhere.” Her eyes locked onto Ethan one last time. “You wanted to hunt me, Ethan?” A pause. Then— A soft, terrifying smile. “Try hunting a world.” The Body Falls Her body collapsed. Lifeless. Empty. Just flesh. Just a shell. Mara stared in horror. “No…” But the voice— Didn’t disappear.

Obviously, it couldn't take what was happening anymore either. My vision flickered, and I was back in a dark space in an instant. The discomfort in my body vanished immediately as well. A massive screen stood in front of me like a movie screen, showing everything that was still happening over the other side. After my consciousness was pulled out, that body still showed a few signs of life as those men kept venting their primal urges while snapping pictures. But not long after, once the core of the artificial soul holding that body together was gone, my body's heartbeat stopped before it went completely limp, as if whatever was holding it together had just disappeared.

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.