God Of Soul Novels & Stories

“I’m in your depth, and I pay my respect, God Ophiuchus.” Satisfied, and where HE expects it from the shard soul of Ai, and within the world and book that lies within the very center and the prison of the seven-original sin from the primordial times. HE accepts, then introduces HIMSELF. “Zero. In this void, world and time. I am named Zero. Given by my princess and the one I swear to protect.” “What favor could this be for letting me into your presence, God?”

If he were to describe his mind expansion as a lake previously, his current mind expansion was so powerful that it was already the scale of a sea. Then, he shut his eyes and projected a soul that was almost exactly the same as his own body into the air. It was the product of his darksoul and lightsoul combined, known as godsoul.

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Her eyes never fluttered away from the dark forest. She wanted to know more, she wanted to explore, see, and touch the black soil which held secrets. But she could not. They say the devil himself resides within the dense never-ending woods of that forest. Men and Women were sacrificed for their evil deeds to the god of death over the board. Stripped of their humanity and taken to hell by the evil. She felt her body shiver, the sacrifice of a villager she once saw while young. She could not imagine the pain of the people.

She notices something moving in the pressbox across from them, noticing figures occupy it. Theo catches her eye from inside, standing beside a giant man, with eyes as stern and stormy as his. They're an intense blue just like a ghost of Theo's. His hairs long and white with a golden crown pushing it away from his face. He's a hulk of a man. She feels the weight of those eyes when they cut to her, feeling intense pressure. The shivers are back and nearly make her crumble. She sees another god standing to the left of him and feels Damon stiffen next to her. She notices he's watching the figure beside who she knows to be Zeus and Theo.

Luna Daisy says. “I don’t think he will,” I say. “I think he will,” King adds. I glare at him. “You’re not helping.” “Oh well, what did you expect?” he shrugs. “Anyway, I’m more interested in the part where he said his soul is standing outside, is that slang for something?” “No, his soul means his soul. He looks like Rome’s shadow, except you can feel him if he wants. It’s another complicated feature in the whole god dynamic, but yeah, his soul, his shadow, same thing…kinda.”

"Please calm down, Mr. and Mrs. Swanson. Cassidy always wanted this targeted drug developed. It was her dying wish. She'd be thrilled if she knew we succeeded!" How dare he use my name? I couldn't help but tighten my fists. Clearly, Miles had no idea that I was back, much less that I was watching him put on such a shameless, scheming act. Pah! Dying wish, my foot! He was just making use of my parents' love for me and squeezing out every last drop of value from my name. But in his eyes, I was already dead. So what he was doing was essentially using a dead person's name to extort money from my parents.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.

The Soulmate Covenant is the connection of two souls, the bridging of differences in the name of love, peace, and harmony. Goddess Freya, Goddess of Fate, determines these pairings up on high. But the love between these two souls is nonetheless very real and very powerful. Love cannot be forced, even by a goddess. Therefore, The Covenant is but a seed that must be nurtured and watered to grow. The seed is planted, and it is up to the soulmated pair to tend to it. But if the wrong choice is made that intentionally harms part of the pair, that plant with wither and die.

“Once a soldier dies, their soul resides in their tags. To give them peace, we remove the dog tags and keep them in the memorial. This gives them a chance to be warriors in their next life. That is our belief.” Elika smiled slightly, bobbing her head to show that she understood. She lowered her eyes back to the floor, finding nothing more to say to the dark lord as her smile dropped. She understood a person’s need for religion, but the princess did not hold the same ones as her people. Instead, she believed in what nature held; in the promise of being reborn into the circle that existed around all things that breathed. “What are your beliefs?” Darkous asked, taking a long draw of his cigaret