Empty Soul Novels & Stories

He was the source of the mist, the conduit through which the hunger of the void was being funneled into the city. He looked at Laila, his black eyes filled with a desperate, agonizing madness. He told her she was a fool to come here. He said the Hollow couldn't be killed. It could only be fed. He told her that his own soul had been hollowed out centuries ago and that now the void wanted hers. The Soul Eaters began to dive.

"You overleveraged your soul. And now, the debt is due." Within seconds, the gold was gone. Silas lay on the floor, a frail, elderly man with empty, gray eyes. He wasn't a god. He wasn't even a businessman. He was just a ghost in a house full of them. I walked over to the box and closed the lid with a definitive click. The silence that followed was heavy, but it wasn't cold. I turned back to Iris. She was standing in the moonlight, her skin pale and perfect, watching me with an intensity that made my heart ache.

Not just from the wounds, but from the sheer weight of betrayal. She closed her eyes, expecting oblivion. But then— A pull. A strange, almost celestial force tugging at her soul. The darkness gave way to a sea of stars, the moon glowing impossibly bright. Golden tendrils wrapped around her lifeless body, warmth spreading through her cold limbs. The last thing she felt was a deep, soothing hum, like the universe itself was whispering a secret meant only for her. And then—nothing. Seraphina gasped, jolting upright in bed.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

The details were clear—he would die tonight, inside a nightclub. I drove my black Mercedes into the night, heading toward the scene. You see, I am still human—flesh and bone, not spirit. I don’t know why. That’s just what I am. But one thing I know: my blood runs cold, and colder still is my heart. Emotionless. Silent. I eat only to maintain this hollow shell. Hunger is foreign to me. I simply preserve what remains of this vessel—this empty frame that walks between the living and the dead.

"You're grinning like a small kid." Stralath tapped his face, "The rapper has two cheek dents—like me." "The who?" Drusdor asked. "You're both freaks." Cleona rolled her eyes. "I'm an alien gobbling mutant, yet I'm the sane one." She led the way as Stralath stroked his phone once before sliding back in his pocket. Mission accomplished. It was time to focus, and he had the opportunity to interrogate a possible Fisheri—a member of an extinct alien species. His blood warmed as he wondered over their evolution. Were the earth-born sirens also deadly predators, like their predecessors? And would they want to return to their water world?

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

Instead, she made my life more difficult with her endless complaints. I dismissed the call three times before I finally picked up. But it wasn’t Madeline on the line. It was the school, informing me that Madeline had attempted to take her life in her dorm room by slitting her wrists. The words didn’t fully register. The phone slipped from my hand, and the world faded from my eyes. Then, everything went dark. When I regained consciousness, something was different. I wasn’t myself anymore. I woke up in Madeline’s bed and stared directly at… my own face.

She gasped, pulling her hand back. Hayden was at her side in an instant. “Ava, are you okay?” “I’m fine,” she breathed, her voice shaky. “It just... it felt like it was pulling something from me.” Hayden’s brow furrowed. “Your soul.” Ava’s heart skipped a beat. Could it be? Was this the connection she had been missing all along? The furies’ attacks, the strange feeling of being incomplete—it all made sense now. Her soul wasn’t fully her own. It was tied to this place, to the Underworld.