God Of Soul Novels & Stories

He winked at me, "You know we're just teasing you! I'm sure we're all confused by what we just saw of you, but there's no undoing it now! ....haha... You know you'll still be able to listen to this in ten years?' I shook my head. We walked back to the car and I was happy to finally be able to end the evening. Dwayne actually got this girl's number and was grinning from ear to ear. “Her name is Deborah! ... Such a beautiful girl I tell you ... Unfortunately, she already had to go. She still goes to » Heaven« with a few people ! Do we want to go away too? I'll let my dad know we're going to Heaven , okay?” Dan nodded and grinned at him.

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”

Cailleach, the youngest-looking guy among the three major gods, straightforwardly said that only made the latter click his tongue. "So, what you're saying is? The gods you like are free to do whatever they want as long as they keep on sticking to you like a leech and I am not because everyone dislikes me?" Abbadon said with a smug smile on his face. "Abbadon, that's not the point! The soul you're carrying like a sack right now was supposed to be picked up by Azrail! If you didn't intervene with our works, that soul is already in the hands of Asher and probably done with the cycle of reincarnation! If you didn't intervene, she might be having a new family by now and you stopped that!" Aengus

-- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse" I heard the master talking to the institution's doctor, Andrew in a low tone. Lately, I've been having blackouts after a mission. On days like this, it gets difficult to get any sleep and I have to be bedridden for two hours or more depending on how grave my nightmare is. "You know I'm trying my best here but it's like her mind shuts down to protect itself from damage. You'll have to let her stop doing jobs for a while if you don't want to lose her".

God Bless! - ErnEst_odrE_5v -

the older man snapped his finger, "you're still alive, dead spirit doesn't have energy colour like yours." So the older man found a protection spell from gods, then he saw Henry's soul was still connected to the world, meaning he was still alive. Henry looked at the toes of his shoes which looked dirty with dust and mud, his heart was beating fast. He could feel the pulse in his neck and the pounding of his heart beating against his ribs. "I- I'm still alive?" "Maybe the answer you are looking for is your memory and where is your body now," Tania's father's statement made Henry's thoughts swirl and feelings mixed.

“You will live five hundred deaths repeatedly, and when you eventually pass on, your soul will not be allowed into Xamnir’s, or Kai’s, plain. You’ll be sent to the firepit as a slave of Raerin, God of the Underworld and father of the Wolf Goddess, Tiarin.” I knew it came with a catch, and why wouldn’t it? This is a powerful weapon and can kill any supernatural creature, even a God. So what exactly did I expect? “I’ll do it; I’ll kill Stefan,” I say, looking over at my brother, who seems shell shocked. “Kon-”

Stralath hummed a human song as the elevator slid below ground, and Cleona shot him a strange look which he ignored. He liked earthling music which showed creativity and spirit. He'd stayed up late scrolling the internet and uploaded an extensive playlist to the "insight device" attached to his skull. Coco cleared her throat, and he reluctantly tapped the disc behind his ear, shutting off the rhythmic sound waves rolling through his mind. "The fisheri won't talk, and we've tried everything short of torture." Coco rocked back on her heels.

Men like this heroic young healer. "I am the last of my kind mate," the teen boasted, ignoring the danger he was in by sharing this information. "I swapped teams, init?" he said, puffing out his small chest. His frame was small and angelic looking, but his aura reeked of cruelty. He told tales of his exploits, revelling in the glory of the pain he had caused in the name of an old god. A god named technology - the oldest of all the gods. "I am the technical GOD - he explained - blagging to the real GOD of CODE.