Neon Souls Novels & Stories

“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.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

****okay so last chapter Devon got a little frisky with Jennifer. This chapter is all about her and how her feelings for Jennifer developed. This chapter gives a whole new outlook to Soulmates but that is all I'm saying. You have to read in order to find out... Hehehehe enjoy**** Devon POV junior year of high school...

The Auction of the Soul The Great Hall was dimly lit, the only light coming from a central dais where a single glass cylinder stood. Inside the cylinder, suspended in a translucent nutrient gel, was the "Sarah" Asset. She looked exactly as she had in the Swiss clinic—a masterpiece of reconstructive surgery and neural-mapping. But she wasn't a person anymore; she was a biological hard drive, the vessel for the Genesis Protocol. "Welcome, patrons of the New Dawn," a voice boomed from the gallery.

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.

A hallow gasp left my mouth at Damon’s last words and I finally understood. Nero’s soul was being harvested through the contract in order for more Shadows to be reborn. I removed his hand that covered my mouth, “How do we stop this?” When he said nothing, tears gathered around my eyes, “Please, Damon. I don’t want to watch this happen.” I felt as though I would actually run insane. Suddenly, Nero stopped moving, carrying a newly forged sword to a small body of water. He dipped it in and the action caused an extremely large amount of steam to form, the cool water now blazing hot and boiling.

Ashford waved his hand over his mouth and went silent. ***** ***** Neon held onto a bag containing food and opened the door to leave the palace. He could not keep staying there without Ashford. He was leaving and taking something for Luna too. "Where are you going?" Evelyn asked him. "Where is Ashford?" "I don't know where the Lord is." Noen lied. "If you don't, where are you going to?" Neon bit his lips, attempting to lie. He could not let her know where he was going; she was going to find out about Luna's identity, and Ashford was going to kill him. Neon made sure his thoughts were blocked so Evelyn couldn't read his mind.

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it

She was the most powerful goddess, after all, the only one who could face Demeus in a battle with the possibility of winning. The doors to the gloomy interior of Neifler’s abode threw themselves open before she got to them and from within came the voices of the condemned souls, there were cries of anguish coming from the cursed souls and wicked laughter poured forth from the underlings who tortured those poor souls. Like every other room in the pantheon temple of Neifler, the throne of Neifler himself was black and slimy, the walls moved as though they were alive and though one could not see the souls crying for help, the voice shook even the foundation of the temple. At the center of the th

WARNING: SYSTEMIC OVERRIDE DETECTED. The blue waveform of the Admin spiked on the terminal above my head. Kael’s digital shadow manifested across every screen in the Grand Hall, his white-light eyes wide with a frantic, digitized terror. “Leo, stop!” Kael’s voice boomed through the speakers, the baritone crackling with static. “The Well of Souls is saturated with necrotic silver-salt and the marrow-rot of the Failed. It isn't just water. It’s the liquid remains of every broken core the Council ever harvested.”