Galactic Soul Novels & Stories

Maverick’s jaw tightens beside me. “The Moon Goddess only grants the bond under specific conditions,” the Elder says. “Two wolves must lose their fated mates through tragedy. Their souls must remain broken long enough for the bond to awaken.” Jax becomes restless instantly. “Broken souls,” he mutters darkly. “But the bond comes with a price,” Elder Miriam whispers. “Every time it has appeared throughout history… disaster followed.” My heartbeat speeds up painfully. “What kind of disaster?” Maverick asks quietly. The Elder’s expression darkens.

I never wanted him to know any of this or to hurt like this. The footage ended. On the giant screen, the white soul particles that had once represented the purest goodness completed their final mission. The brilliant light, radiant as stars, gradually dimmed. In the deathly silence that filled the plaza, the particles slowly dissolved into billions of golden specks. Like a gentle snow, they dispersed completely into the air. The last trace of my existence vanished from this world. "It was you all along!" Brody turned to Ellie and raised his hand. The sharp crack of the slap rang out. Ellie stared at him in disbelief, her composure shattering completely.

I pleaded in a tiny brittle voice, breaking the silence. "No mortal, I didn't," it said with a hint of anger etched to its tone, "I say these things verily unto thee, I shall kill ye and trap thy soul so it may not rise again." I felt my wrist being grabbed by an invisible strong hand the moment those words were voiced and I was forcefully dragged. I know too well than to fight it. It will be a wasted effort if I try freeing my hand so I let myself be dragged. It drags me on what felt like rough stony ground but it didn't hurt, I felt no pain.

Chapter 38: The Galactic Market of Friction Year Seven: The Trade of the Soul By the arrival of the seventh year of the Paradox, the Earth had undergone a transformation that neither Thomas Vance nor Alistair Vanderwall could have ever envisioned in their most fevered, high-pressure dreams. The planet was no longer a mere cradle of biological life or a backwater industrial hub; it had become the most valuable, most volatile resource in the known galaxy. This value did not stem from the rare earth metals in its crust or the sapphire energy pulsing in its atmosphere. Instead, the galaxy hungered for something far more elusive: Human Friction.

He had a crown made of the stars and he faced the opposite direction, staring at another sun as it turned out to be, a rising sun that its half was scattered around the deep blue morning clouds. It was quite sudden as he spoke boldly with a voice like angered wild animals and the roars of a storm thunder. His voice was still and clear only when concentrated on and when not, it sounded like previously described. Just as he spoke, my heart clenched. "Now, you are indebted with the mission to find the seven souls and restore your gift, the celestial spark, this your beginning to rewrite your destiny." These were the words that were uttered of the lips of this very undefined being.

I stared at her surprised blue eyes as I willed her to forget everything. "Forget what has happened here and forget about me. Go and live a cheerful life as you shine bright like the moon when you smile," I said gravely and stared at her dazed expression while she slowly drifted away from me... I turned my back on her, afraid that I might lose to my evil self and take her and her soul. She was young and pure and I did not want to take her soul. I went back to my empty house and stared at the bracelet made of black beads with a Silver Star pendant hanging from the clasp. I grasped the cheap bracelet on my wrist, smiling bitterly, as I realized I was not human and I should not feel the way the

Suddenly, I remembered my hands and feet, which were covered in bruises. I rubbed the steam-filled mirror. Arthemisya's beautiful face was reflected there. The lovely face that had once been the target of her envy was now my own. But strangely enough, I missed my old self so much. I even missed my name. "Milky, what should you do now?!" I whispered in front of the mirror. Daydreams immediately sucked up the subconscious, creating new waves in the brain that gave rise to the source of fear. From behind the frosted glass, my reflection stared. Her gaze was sharp, and I realized she was the soul of the real owner of the body, Arthemisya.

I heard Azrael say from right next to me, right before she replied, “Yes, yes, you were just following the half-breed. I know,” She knowingly smiled, flipping on the table what seemed like a tarot card, only it had some weird symbols instead of the usual descriptive drawings. “Her soul is bound to yours... Interesting...” She muttered mostly to herself, not sparing a single glance at the card lying on the table, still keeping her gaze fixated towards the window. Okay, this is getting seriously weird right now. She then flipped yet another card, just like the last time, not even bothering to look down at it and with a deadly serious tone, she said,

He had been drowning, drinking in huge amounts of lake water, and was about to suffocate. Yet, after choosing the [Yes] option, a surge of warm energy suddenly flowed throughout his body, giving him enough power to escape the deadly situation he was in. With this in mind, the only question left in Gale's mind now was: What was that? As if hearing his thoughts, something suddenly appeared in his vision. It was the same as before—an image of blue text floating in the air in front of him, resembling a pop-up notification on a phone screen. But this time, the text was different.

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.