Kishin Souls Novels & Stories

"Good. We will meet you back here in this spot, Yushiro. Keep guard of the deformed demons that will sure come after us." "Yes, your highness." "We will have to go, Kenshi. The moon's light has been brought down across the whole Souzou." Kozuko and Yushiro looks at Kenshi and their eyes widened. Kenshi had suddenly change his form, his eyes red and scary, his hair from golden to ash silver, his finger nails long and sharp. His whole body were almost covered in something dark and his horns showed. "Yes," Kenshi hissed. "It is time."

He, of course, was the least changed physically as he was always deathly pale. Kenshin was the god of war, an undeniable force on the battlefield which he assumed could never die. Now he couldn't. He saw no drawbacks in this deal that was made with the devil. He would be a powerful ally and a terrible foe. The only thing he hated was the waiting for her five lifetimes from now. She would be their salvation, and somehow, he didn't know how or why but he was sure of that.

A strange man holding a scythe and engulfed in black flames was standing a couple of meters from them, "Thank you for the meal.~" Before anyone could react, the guy who made the question was pierced in the chest by the scythe. Just before he was cut in half in a swift motion by the same weapon, and his soul was absorbed instantly. "RUN!" yelled David as he and Kevin started running towards the city, the other players recovered from their shock and started to run too, but they were very unlucky this time. The man seemed to vanish in the air and reappeared behind the players one per one, killing them and eating their souls, David looked behind as the final member of the newbies was devoured by

Her legs wrap around my waist and her hips meet mine in a passionate rhythm. She lets out a soft sob and I look down at her. She wasn't crying because of pain, but of pleasure. I felt it too, the intimate connection between us, a connection I never felt with Jess. I loved her, yes, but this feeling was different. It felt as if my soul was blending with Kelly's, as if it were two pieces of a puzzle coming together. Tears roll down both our cheeks and I kiss her passionately. Her hands grasp at my short hair as she moans through her sobs. Moments later we came in unison and it was the best orgasm I ever had with someone else.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

"Hande love. What do you say? " Hande stood up and bent down to smell the evening primrose flower, which started to bloom as the sun went down. He turned to look at her as the smile grew on his face. "If you hit the tin, it will make an empty sound. Kerem Karahan is that empty tin. That's why words such as kindly can't be for him. Come on, it's evening. You know the celebration at the Hilton. I was on that team too. We will get an award as the team that finds the work, plus my little one. "I have a talk. But we'll get ready. Let's not talk about empty cans. Help me. Let's decide what to wear."

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

Xiao Dust looked at the Soul Mound and said coldly. "Interesting ..." Soul Mound grimly laughed, his arms spread, suddenly turned out a dozen black misty dead spirit puppets out, these dead spirit puppets, the same similar to the corpse puppets, no soul, no thought, in the world of man with the grievances of the power of the dead gas for life.

"I guess you've used up all your moves. Now, it's my turn." Chase smiled at him condescendingly. He reached out to press down the head of the man in the black robe. "Soul Refining Technique!" The soul's energy wave bounced between Chase's fingers. The man's eyes started to glaze over, and he ended up in a sluggish state. He became stiff. The Soul Refining Technique was a spiritual chant that involved the soul. It was a type of mental energy cultivation that could control another person's soul. He had gotten it from that old coot from the Secret Sect.

As Xiao Chen passed by these people, he felt something strange, namely how stupid these evil spirits were, having bodies but no brains. As Xiao Chen continued to walk past these stupid people, he felt something hot in front of him. It was hot, but it didn't make his body feel hot; it was more like Xiao Chen's soul itself. If it was indeed a soul fire, then it would not be easy to obtain, but after walking for quite a while, Xiao Chen was surprised by the sight before his eyes. The soul fire that he thought had special powers turned out to be just a dark black fire that looked like it would go out at any moment. As Xiao Chen approached, he only felt his soul grow slightly warm, but it did not