Kishin Souls Novels & Stories

Chris was sitting on the couch, as the therapy session begins. "Close your eyes, and try to relax as much as you can... Let the voice of nature, and what is the real you, speak to you. Let the universe bring you back to where you lost your foot, as you journey through the path of destiny!" Doctor Mark said, word for word. As lights were rotating round in different colors in the room, Chris suddenly fell asleep. *The Ethinora kingdom* Chris met himself in a very wide-open battlefield, with a lot of dead bodies lying in the dust. All the places were covered with smoke. As he tried to walk a bit closer into the dark area of the smoke, he suddenly heard a voice from behind.

“ But a Kinsmir should not weep for a weak soul.” “I-I…am..not a Kinsmir.” My voice trembles at that. “That type of werewolf doesn’t exist. You’re crazy. Both of you are crazy!” Alpha Klaude was in my ear. He was licking and swirling his tongue inside. “You're Kinsmir, sweetheart. You and I are alike.” “W-What do you mean by that?” I almost did not recognize my own voice. Alpha Klaude closed his eyes. His colossal frame in front of my eyes is demanding to look at. Then, when he opened his eyes again, I saw the mystery I’d been trying to solve for all these years.

making Koishi sign in response. 'I don't know why or how in the hell I woke up in a strange place or more like this Otome game Pleasure of Sinners. The place I was working before as an illustrator, making the characters' Koishi signs in response, still feeling the intense stare of the person who was said to be his butler. "Oh I also want to add that the healer is already half-dead by healing your previous jump from the balcony, then stabbing yourself, drinking poison, jumping in the water and many more, I don't really understand even though you knew how to swim how can you even drown"

Uff her lips are so perfect to stay and we continue our kissing. I am kissing my soul. You are my soul Ira.....

Chen smirked as if recalling some pleasant memories. "Understood. My Martial Soul is also a variant," saying this, Ah Yin flipped her hand and a palm-sized willow tree appeared over her right palm. It had dark and thin bark with long-winded branches. Silver blue vines flowed down from the branches and covered the entire crown of the tree. An ethereal glow seems to be surrounding the tree.

The faster the tornado spun, the thinner her slender frame became. "No, leave her alone," I yelled, my voice hoarse, pushing my hand through the deadly tornado. Before I could grab her, Liam appeared and shoved me out of the way. I slammed into the wall, collapsing to my knees. Sasha was skin and bones by this point, resembling the female corpses discovered at the lake. When he grabbed her, her frail body disintegrated into ashes, spinning around in the chaos until she was gone.

"When will we know it’s safe to touch her without destroying her?" "When she chooses us," I said, with a certainty that burned. "Only then." He watched as I took his place. As I kissed her. As I felt what he had felt. Her light was a fire, and we only knew darkness. And yet… she didn’t burn us. She revealed us. She made us vulnerable. The bond had already begun. Not in flesh. Not in blood. In the soul. And that union… was irrevocable.

I yelled his name and tossed my jacket at her as she walked toward the path. I fell asleep in the car as I waited for her, but I woke up to the sound of twigs being snapped as eight men ran through the woods. They were all putting on the traditional Shinobi Shōzoku and held blades in their hands. I recognized them from the red markings on their foreheads. Shadow clan. I ran towards the cabin and saw Kelvin setting it ablaze as they ran from the shadow clan. I knew he will fight to the death to save her, so I took a deep breath and created my greatest illusion yet. I made them watch me die.

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

She glances over at me and nods before making her way to the back room. Packing up my laptop and patiently waiting for the waitress, I survey the room and stop on a little girl in the corner by her mom. Ironically, she has blood red hair the color of the soul eater's and on closer inspection I notice that she has black soulless eyes too. Are there more than one or is she merely changing form? I find myself wondering this and then the waitress strolls out of the back with a bag containing the items I asked for.