Neon Souls Novels & Stories

the little ghost says as her voice echos throughout the cave. The souls swim underneath the surface of the water. Some look happy and others look broken. The happy ones are pink and the sad ones are blue. The red souls are angry. This must be how these people died in their final moments. They must have died with these last emotions in their hearts. They look like tadpoles dancing and spiraling in the water. Their dance is beautiful and painful to watch. I put my hand in the water and thousands of souls jump at a chance to be released from the spell of the water.

"The 'Genesis' engines you activated are powerful, but they are 'Legacy Hardware.' They require a specific frequency of 'Emotional Energy' to keep the atmosphere stable. Without a continuous feed of 'Soul-Data,' the gold sky will collapse, and the Earth will return to a vacuum within sixty minutes." "You're holding the very air hostage?" Silas growled, his shadow-blades flickering at his wrists. They weren't made of pixels now; they were made of a dark, obsidian-like metal that hummed with a lethal resonance. "Business is business, Mr. Sentry," the Director said. "The 'Soul-Tax' is simple. To keep the sky active for another twenty-four hours, the Syndicate requires the 'Total De-Fragmenting'

Obliging Asher took his place and ignored his discomfort as the guard began patting around his body as well. "They're good." He announced motioning for them to move along. Grabbing Asher's arm once more Sarah lead the way into the venue. Bon Temps looked like a different place than last time they had visited. The tables that were positioned around a makeshift dance floor had bouquets of white roses in golden vases, sitting on white table clothes with golden filigree, placed neatly in the center of them. Lines of twinkling Fairy lights were strung atop the dance floor illuminating it instead of the chandelier above. The brass quartet that performed the prior evening was there again. Clad

Long live the alliance of flesh and soul. THE END

Neo-Vegas wasn't a city; it was a circuit board built of glass and sin. As we rode through the massive holographic gates, the air changed. The radioactive stench of the waste was replaced by the sterile, recycled air of a pressurized dome. Neon lights towered sixty stories high, not advertising casinos or hotels, but processing power. "UPLOAD YOUR DEBT," one sign flashed in blinding pink. "ETERNAL LIFE IN THE CLOUD," promised another in jagged green.

Their light was blending into mine, forming a rainbow of emerald-crimson-gold that was pushing back against the indigo dark. "Darlene, the frequency... it’s reading as Spiritual Autonomy!" Leo’s voice rang out, his indigo runes turning a brilliant, celestial sapphire. My son was suspended in the air, his hands moving through the silver-grey neurons as if he were playing a cosmic harp. "The Soul is the Hard-Drive of the Scorned! To break the 106th layer, you have to prove that your soul is Un-Scriptable!". From the center of the white-hot sphere, a figure manifested.

“How did I get here? And where's Jacob?” “Don't worry about it, sheriff,” Kelvin said. “The blood moon is tomorrow. You will all go back to your normal lives once it passes.” The sheriff opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself. He seemed lost in thought as he paced the room and scratched his head. “Normal lives, you say. I think nothing would be normal again,” he said. “We might not even survive this.” “Did you manage to locate Jericho’s primary base?” Kelvin asked.

—bone-and-iron automatons that moved with a jerky, terrifying precision. "They're targeting the twins' resonance!" Runa screamed, her daggers carving through the iron-marrow of a sentinel. In the center of the necropolis lay the Engine of Souls. It was a massive, rotating sphere of liquid-silver light—the captured spirits of our people. The sphere was held in place by four "Entropy-Anchors" made of the same starlight-iron as our Spire. "BREAK THE ANCHORS!" I roared. But as I lunged for the first anchor, Chronos-Prime appeared before me. He didn't use a blade; he used a Memory-Lance. He drove the weapon into my chest, not to kill me, but to show me the weight of the thousand years of the grav

neo:- we got the card, and I know you have created those stars with that card too, with our card we can know your location and star too. neo can only see the location of the star, do you have a plan to win this game Leo:- let's have a fight and let the best party win, I can not fight you, but you have to defeat her if you want to have a star. no:- if that you want, a pure dual then that is what you going to get, so don't get scared, when we going to rape you, after you lose. Leo:- it is possible because there is no one to protect us.

“You need light energy… so you’ve condensed your darksoul?” Hell Doyen seemed to have figured it out as he hung his head bitterly. “How ambitious! You’re planning to condense both the darksoul and lightsoul!” Kayson felt the crystallized lightsoul in his hand and could not contain his delight. “Mount Sunset has an abundance of lightsoul energy, right? “Why is this little left now? Where did the rest go?” Hell Doyen smirked. “You think I’ll tell you…” Kayson used the Sound Hypnosis Technique on the spot. Hell Doyen was not one to decide if he was telling him anything.