Romans & histoires Hatred Soul

Whispers, filled with hatred and despair, echoed in their minds, a psychic assault designed to break them. Maya felt a cold dread grip her heart as Xol'thul loomed before them. The sheer malevolent energy radiating from the entity threatened to consume them whole. Whispers, a cacophony of hate and despair, flooded her mind, insidious tendrils attempting to unravel her resolve.

A dreadful premonition settled deep in her soul. She knew—this man, consumed by hatred, was capable of anything.

Too different to be tagged as normal. This wasn't just anger, neither was it frustration. It was pure violent, murderous hatred. Hatred for Rowan, batred for his games, batred for what he did to Mira, hatred for ripping my life apart. And hatred for Darius, for looking at me like I was nothing. For letting me walk away. The moment that hatred stabbed through me, something else moved. No, it bloomed. Bloomed like a forbidden plant that had spread its roots so deep it was impossible to get it out without killing me in the process.

“How dare you hurt my soul!?” The soul old man was filled with hatred. Then, a bang was heard when his soul split into fragments before dispersing into the surroundings! Kayson was slightly shocked. He hastily returned his soul to his body but right before he stopped his darksoul projection, he heard the old man’s hateful, furious voice in his ears. “Boy, I shall remember you! I will pay back what you did to me today a hundred times more, and you’ll be in so much torment you’ll wish you’re dead!”

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

The Council feared their will. He saw flashes — the woman standing before the old Council, accused of betrayal. Their judgment: erasure. The Soulbound purged to prevent them from awakening the Vein’s true form. > They could hear it, the voice whispered. The pulse beneath all worlds. The living current. Soreth clenched his jaw. The image wavered as anger rippled through him — not at the Soulbound, but at the hypocrisy etched into the Council’s history. “Veyra knew,” he murmured. “She had to.”

Chapter 000 To get a superpower, I joined the survival game. But a small system glitch changed my mission in the Soul Trial from the universal “Survival” to… “Slay Sitri”. Sitri is the great prince of hell who reigns over sixty legions of demons. And his specialty? He creates love between two souls from thin air. When I first met that devil, he smirked with those fox eyes, taking pride in holding the hearts of all mortals in his hand.

Without delay, almost like a whisper, that slight sound came out from between her lips who, although they were taken by wanting, allowed themselves to be dominated by rejection while they replied relentlessly "you may have my body, but my soul will never belong to you, I could never get to feel anything for someone like you, you're just one more pig of the bunch. " Her words are extremely hurtful and heavy, and for some reason they may have made me feel in my soul something almost impossible to achieve but that for her it was easy to provoke, I could feel her hatred together with an obvious resentment, but such a feeling instead of moving away fed even more my desire, my fury and my longing

“YOU THINK TO CAGE ME WITH INSECTS’ DREAMS?” It swiped a dark claw at Liora, but silver light shielded her and the journal on Kael’s chest flared, its scars burning like wires. “Now, Kael!” Liora shouted into the psychic noise. “Now! Push it out!” Pain twisted Kael’s face. He fought his soul’s war. “It’s too strong!” he gritted. The spectre laughed, grinding bones. “HE WELCOMES ME! HIS HATE, ANGER, BETRAYAL… A FEAST! HE WON’T LET GO!”

"Raven's Peak will burn, and with it, your soul. "You are no match for my power." Zarek's mind burned with hatred and revenge. ******************************************************