Oblivion Souls Novels & Stories

His words rolled around in my head. I looked away and nodded. I knew it was no different than when I entered Oblivion by accident. When I am living by the force of a soul of heaven, of course they would know if something nasty wanted to touch it. It didn’t seem like that demon was concerned with touching the soul, but more with touching me.

The primal warriors were pouring into the valley, destroying everything in their path. And in the center of the fleet, on the largest ship—the Oblivion—stood the Forgotten. He was tall, with skin like obsidian, his eyes like purple fire. He looked up at Cole and smiled. You’re too late, he said, his voice echoing in Cole’s mind. Your world is already lost. He raised his hand, and a wave of primal energy shot out, striking the ledge. The ground crumbled beneath them, and Cole and the others fell.

"Felix wants to defeat Yvian purely with soul power. A true powerhouse shouldn't have any weaknesses. That's what makes this even more exciting." Julius suddenly understood—he knew he couldn't do that. If he had formed a Way of Mind, there was no way he would be playing around like this. Meanwhile, the Orion family members were staring wide-eyed at the scene, convinced Felix was finished. There was no way he could defeat Yvian. "The Zaborowski family is famous for their soul arts. Their Spectrum Blade can overwhelm most opponents. Yvian has definitely reached the Soul Overlord Realm. Firing off these attacks simultaneously at him shouldn't be a problem," someone commented.

After all, he had proven his strength. “I am dampening your spirits? Sylvio, do you think I need to do that? This time, Leila has no hope. Not only has its biggest reliance, Zwei Arithmetics, lost its efficiency, but it also has to handle the collaboration of the Soul Devourers and the Robotias. How are you going to fight us?” Stark smirked. “You don’t have to worry about that. An outrageous race like the Soul Devourers shouldn’t exist in the universe at all!” Sylvio triggered loudly.

Liam I pulled out my bloodbound ledger, the one in which no one else existed. My theories on soul permanences. On immortality, not through technology, but spiritual recursion. I flipped to a blank space and wrote: Bliss is a cycle-born Each death : evolution. Soul anchor to body— not rebirth, but recursion. Third death = final awakening. A grin curled across my lips. I’d seen weapons. Monsters. Witches who drank blood from silver cups. But never— never—had I seen a soul defy the grave like this.

The moment his Divine Sense appeared in the central region, it was immediately devoured and eaten up. James furrowed his eyebrows. Planet Desolation was simply too mysterious. He was wondering if he should search for the Soulblues or go on an adventure inside Planet Desolation. According to the Heaven-Eradicating Sect’s intelligence, Soulblues had been spotted in a region near Planet Desolation by someone. The place where the person found the Soulblue was neither in the Desolate Grand Canyon nor Planet Desolation. Instead, it was found on a planet nearby Planet Desolation.

They were turning the color of the void itself. "The Seventh wants a body?" Elena hissed as she stepped toward the possessed Mina. "Then let’s see if it can handle a soul that has already been to the End." A black-hole resonance began to form around Elena, sucking the green light out of the air. But as the Seventh recoiled, a new signal appeared on every screen left in the world. "THE EIGHTH HAS AWAKENED. INITIATE PROTOCOL: OBLIVION."

A thousand different species, glowing with a soft, mourning lavender, formed a path across the abyss. "Go, Mama," Leo said, his face pale with the effort. "The stories are with us." We ran across the Bridge of Souls. The High Priest let out a roar of digital fury, summoning a storm of geometric blades from the ceiling, but the spirits of the harvested civilizations rose up to meet them. They were the "Echoes" Leo had saved in the nursery, and they had found their way into the heart of the machine. We reached the central spire—the CPU of the universe.

He was pulling the data from my brain and into the ship’s core, leaving behind a hollow, silver shell. "You're killing them," I rasped, the silver on my skin turning a dull, lifeless grey as the Sovereign drained the power. "You're taking the souls of everyone in the Regency." "Souls are a sentimental fiction, Ivy," the Sovereign replied, his eyes fixing on mine. "They are merely disorganized data. We are providing them with a more... permanent architecture. But you... you are different. You have been 'contaminated' by his obsession. It has created a knot in your code that I must cut."

Lightning crackled in the sky, and a silvery-blue mist appeared. The silvery-blue mist thickened around the battlefield, swirling like a storm and drawing every pair of eyes while lightning crackled above. A strange stillness fell over the chaos, while time itself was holding its breath. Then, out of the mist, two figures stepped forward, Jordyn and Dan. Their faces set with steely determination. Behind them, a massive army of hybrids and witches emerged, their presence crackling with power that pulsed in the air.