God Of Soul Novels & Stories

“You died?! Was it Azadou?!” Fretez giggles a tinkly laugh while Oshmin gives me a kind smile. “I’m still very much alive. I’ve come to get you,” he explains. “Oshmin is the God of Souls, and the only God who can carry souls from one realm to the next and restore them,” Fretez explains. Oshmin holds out his hand to me, looking down at me with trusting eyes. Eyes that colour shouldn’t look so trustworthy and yet here we are.

He quickly averted his eyes away from the painting and clasped his hands at Yrian, saying, “Thank you for saving me, Sir.” Yrian explained smilingly, “That’s called the Holy War Gods Pilgrimage. There are countless restrictions integrated into it. The most powerful one can hypnotize and seize your soul.” James looked at Yrian and said, “It’s incredible. A few of them look somewhat familiar to me.” Yrian put his hands behind his back and said smilingly, “Certainly. There’s the God of Curses, Franciscus Yuelan, God of Death, Clayton Sindward, Demon Slayer, Wystov Wharnal, and the Sky God, Darvel Jabbert.

When it spoke, its voice was layered — thousands of tones speaking in perfect unison. “Why do you descend?” The reapers froze. The sound wasn’t heard so much as felt, vibrating through bone and thought alike. Veyra stepped forward, keeping her tone steady. “We seek the ones who stirred you.” “The Soulbound.” “Yes,” she said cautiously. “You know them.” The figure tilted its head. “Know? I remember them.” The walls trembled, and golden veins flared brighter. Soreth’s grip on his weapon tightened. “Where are they?” Veyra demanded.

Jim retorted, “The materials in need for reshaping a God’s body are very demanding. It requires a heart, a soul, Innate Energy, a soul, and the God’s Skeleton. They must collect all of these materials. “If my assumption is accurate, GPE’s goal in making tons of money over the years is to purchase a rare material. Its function is to fuse a divine body through some advanced, high-tech method. They still require things like a heart and a soul when that divine body is created. In other words, everything that has recently happened is GPE’s preparation for God’s creation.” Realization dawned on Tyr at that moment. The actual purpose was that the eye wanted to create a divine body for itself so tha

Because from her conversation, he sensed some kind of hostility from her against the military. At his gesture, she started speaking, "Senior Creed, The ones who ascend from First Glitch get the title of 'Sacred'. The ones that ascend from Second Glitch get the title of 'Ethereal'. The ones that ascend from Third Glitch get the title of 'Demi-God'". And finally, the ones that ascend from Fourth Glitch: 'Satya-Lok' receive the title of 'Apaurushya' or 'God'."

The God of War came at a steady pace. Everyone’s eyes moved along with him. “I must let the God of War see me!” Hank lifted his chest and looked as energetic as possible. “He’s coming! He’s coming!” Hank got so excited that his soul almost left his body. “Great. Everyone seems energetic,” said the God of War. The voice sounded familiar to Hank. Why did it sound like Kaze? Hank got a better look and he was stunned. His mind buzzed and whited out. How could Kaze be the God of War?!

I demanded and raised my voice to the spirits using their language. My voice echoed to the whole place. It’s a voice that could turn all the ghouls back to normal again in an instant. That’s the “Voice of divinity”. The voice that could purify souls in an instant whoever hears this voice. A power that only God could give. I took a deep sigh of relief. Everything went back to normal again but the black spirit who’s at fault. I have to find it first. --But how will I be able to find it?!

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”

The sunken and tired Liam reached out to him, his arm’s skin decaying black. “If we put our souls together, we can be a true God.”

“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-”