Kishin Souls Novels & Stories

I sat in my room for three days. Not dramatically. I attended to my duties — the morning cleaning rotation, the evening meal service, the geomun'go practice that Mistress Hana insisted upon regardless of scheduling or emotional state. I did these things. I did them correctly. I did them without letting anything show on my face, which was not difficult because I had been trained since childhood to perform tasks without letting things show on my face. Between duties, she sat on my sleeping mat and thought. Soul Sight activates upon soulbound recognition, I had read, in the texts. The connection, once formed, cannot be unformed. The soul recognizes what it has always been bound to.

Meanwhile, as they were talking amongst themselves, Ronin was deep within his Soulscape facing odd with his wolf, who was mad as a hatter. The ground was a foundation of thick, black smoke, an infinite space of sky surrounding them. It was like satin, imprinted with millions of stars and eight moons in eight different phases. Ronin stood naked before his wolf, who was preparing to pounce. Ronin was the first to speak, through thoughts. “What a dramatic way to summon us to the Soulscape, mou Lykos.” Ronin deadpanned. Mou Lykos, My wolf. It was laughable, the furry fiend was more like ‘His demon’ rather than his wolf.

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

Amber went all out and set up a special ritual for Leah’s birthday. It would be a celebration of her life and a spiritual rite of passage to her future. She had saged one of the rooms in the back of her store and laid out an altar in it. The altar sat upon a low black wooden table. The red silk cloth hung over the edges and upon it lay crystals, sage, moon water, and a scrying bowl.

Asura licked the fur that had fallen from his body. "Hiranyaksipu died and the South Coast village vanished. Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" Ki Janggan Nayantaka turned to the stupid tiger that was licking his body. "What?" Asura asked back. "Your soul crystal in Hiranyaksipu's hand. You didn't forget, did you?" Ki Janggan Nayantaka complained. "Oh, no! Has my second soul crystal been destroyed?!" Asura asked back. He just remembered about the object that was his destination to the South Coast village.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth. There was a scar on his lower back, mirroring the one I had from my surgery.

But the words that caught her eye sent a chill down her spine: “Soulbone Imprint—The Key to Ancestral Awakening.” Asha’s breath caught. This was it. This was the answer she had been searching for. The Soulbone Imprint wasn’t just a key—it was a power. A power capable of awakening the Ancestral Spirits within the Frostkin, and using their energy to control the Blood Pact Beasts.

It was likely that every young member of the demon clan who entered would suffer casualties if they weren’t careful in their actions. Long Chen continued flying; with every journey, he encountered a flame of a different color. They were like formless spirits; some attacked Long Chen, while others merely shifted their bodies upon seeing him. Every spirit that attacked him seemed to enter his sea of souls. They truly intended to take over Long Chen’s body, but who was Long Chen? His soul was bound to his main body, and his sea of souls was boundless. The moment those spirits entered, they were instantly swallowed up and became part of Long Chen. And Long Chen immediately gained the legacy from

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."