روايات وقصص ضمن Divine Soul Sorcerer

He mustn't let his mind fall into disorder! "Soul-as-blade!" With a loud shout, an a-hundred-feet-long black demonic sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Dark clouds gathered and lightning thundered. It was none other than the third transformation of the Mystic Diabolic Enchantment, the Soul-as-blade. It was a fatal attack that used true souls as a sacrifice.

“Sacrifice me if he loses. My name is Molly Lancaster, and I'm a descendant of one of the werewolves that attacked the monks to steal the spirit sword. I'm a werewolf illusionist, the last of my kind. Sacrifice me instead of them.” Kelvin shot me a disapproving look but said nothing. Our goal was to save Abby and her sister. “We accept your proposal, Kelvin and Lancaster. You should have a nice rest, and prepare to die,” the eldest one said and signaled his men to take us away. Three men dragged someone into the chapel as Kelvin got up from his knees. It was Henry Luther. What the hell was he doing here? “Henry Luther, why are you here?” one elder asked as he got up from his seat.

He was a perfect candidate for me to build a family with. Even if I set those qualities aside, the fact that he couldn't defeat me in a fight and would listen to me in the future was an undeniable perk. Again, I was no fool. There was no way I would divorce such a perfect spouse like him. Of course, Oliver was also aware that it was impossible to divorce me. Thus, he glared at me fiercely and muttered in a voice he thought was inaudible to me, "Just you wait, Melinda. Once you're pregnant, and your belly is protruding, I will beat the shit out of you!"

His body filled out, adding even more definition and muscle mass than he had before. “We proudly present Dante, the God of Soul Purification!” Slyersa announced. That was also a perfect title for him. Selene had chosen him to have the gift of soul manipulation, and she had certainly chosen wisely because we never abused it but did use it to protect and cleanse. Then it was my turn. My heart thumped in my chest because this would literally change everything, but it would be a beautiful new beginning as well. The concoction tasted like the most succulent thing in existence besides my succulent mate. Power rushed through me. It felt absolutely incredible, making me feel invincible.

"Hahaha! I will now devour your soul and claim your body, you foolish child! Finally, I can escape this place and return to my people in the eastern seas… You inferior, despicable apes! Especially that heinous high guru, Quelea Ysark! Just you wait!!!" The black dragon laughed viciously then. Suddenly, he roared within Caleb's soul, his rage quaking and almost breaking him. His soul form was clutching his head and rolling all over the floor, writhing in agony while screaming in disbelief, "Argh!!! No, you promised to bestow me your legacy! Why would you devour my soul!" The black dragon looked down and Caleb looked like he was a maggot, his titanic form and draconic might that seemed to ecl

I pushed it through the bars. “Eat,” I said. “You will need strength. I have many questions.” He did not hesitate. He ate fast, like he feared the food would vanish. When he finished, his face looked slightly better, though the pain never fully left. “I am not asking for forgiveness,” he said quietly. “I am asking you to be smart. And brave. This is only the beginning.” He looked at me with fear in his eyes. “Divine serves something greater than any of us. She is the most powerful sorceress to ever exist. She did not only control me. Or Salcan. She controls many others.”

“It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery swallowed hard. Their hands shook as they reached toward the soul. Threads of light extended from their sigil, tangling gently around the corrupted form. The tether pulled, delicate but insistent. The soul resisted, writhing violently, and Avery felt it tug back like a living weight. “Steady,” Kael murmured. “It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery focused, teeth clenched, sweat stinging their eyes. The threads glowed brighter as the soul’s light flickered, pulsing with an unstable rhythm.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

In its calmest state, the Chaotic Zones was simply desolation, a charred and barren wasteland in which no life stirred except untamed magic itself. "Czar Koschei was cast into the Chaotic Zones once. He cannot be killed by any means targeting his body," Nayris said. "His soul or rather his death is hidden separate from his body inside a needle." "Inside a needle?" Cassandra was bewildered. "Yes," Owlyn added, "which is in an egg, which is in a duck, which is in a hare, which is in a chest, which is buried under a green oak tree, which is on the island of in the ocean."