Oblivion Souls Novels & Stories

24 — The Devotion They Fear The street went quiet in the way predators make silence. Not empty. Not safe. Just… held. Nori felt it before she saw it—the pressure drawing the world inward, sound thinning, color draining at the edges of her vision. The ritual architecture was already in place. Salt lines glimmered faintly against wet pavement, half-circles completed by careful hands that never stepped into the wards. The air tasted metallic, like rain before a storm that never broke.

A terrifying aura surged out as Wilbur activated his domain. He raised the halberd high above his head, shouting, "Dawn of Twelve Chapters: Dirge of Despair: Dark Conflagration of the Abyss!" Terrifying spiritual flames shot into the air as a sense of overwhelming hopelessness and loneliness overtook everyone. A thick, black cloud rose above the ocean, forming a gigantic whirlpool that began to spin. Wilbur, Atrus, and the sixty Sanctuary cultivators began losing their spiritual energy.

asked the first elder. Adrian nodded heavily. “The country of Soulsia showed up in the inlands for a few years before it vanished. Based on the recording that I’ve read, Soulsians have the capability to engrave runes, and the runes they engrave produced a resonance with powerful forces. However, Soulsia vanished suddenly for unknown reasons.” Upon hearing this, the third elder said, “I’ve read similar information before too. So, what are you implying, Draco?”

Gordon said. “We just lost an ancient relic that is worth billions of dollars. Yarikh's box. We also lost billions on the blood moon when your friends burnt down our base in Westview. Our sponsors are losing their patience with me. If we don't get those genes from you today... Well, I need those genes.” “You sponsors, who are they?” I asked. “It's none of your business, Abby!” he yelled. “Just get in the truck.” “I'll go with you either way, so just tell me who your sponsors are,” I said. “I just want to know who is so interested in me that they spend billions for 17 years.”

Olivia’s breath caught. Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled, And right before she hit the floor, A second heartbeat pulsed inside her. Then a third. Then a fourth. Her stomach tightened painfully as the air exploded with energy. The last thing she heard was the unified whisper of countless souls, “The vessel awakens.” The unborn child pulses with multiple heartbeats, each one belonging to a different Bloodbound soul waiting to be reborn…

"When Sianna would be with me he will know how it feels when you can not have the person whom who loves with your everything. This way I would be able to take revenge on my sister and give peace to her departed soul" He opened his palms, lifted them, and eyed them one by one. "And my revenge would be taken when I will kill his baby with my bare hands" He started laughing like a devil, his voice echoing in the whole house, shuddering Delilah to her core. By looking at the devil side of him, she wanted to hide somewhere. "Then only he will know how it feels when you lose your family member and I would be able to take a breath of relief while he will be burning in anguish"

people scampered and trampled on each other, looking for a safe place to hide. But this was not a human being or a creature or a weapon, it was light, light that could pass through tangible material. It soul souls leaving empty vessels. Sucked the vitality from plants. The world was shivered violently, as the light destroyed everything. Elian escape plan was the underworld, the orb of Enzo originated from the underworld, so it's wake did not affect it. Violent waves was sent across the world..violent waves that Damien sensed. "F*ck!...too soon!.."

Pablo opened the first page and began: "For long now the day marked for the birth of the demon child has been awaited. The child will be born by whichever couple that has sex on the of Halloween. Humans think this is a day to celebrate and give candy to kids dressing in costumes. That is not the case. For this is the day that a great feast of souls is happening in the underworld. The day that destruction will come upon the face of the earth. He will rule beside his father, the devil himself, Lucifer. He will take pleasure in watching mankind suffer and feed on their souls. This is a prophecy that can never be changed. But I the maker of this journal, have found a way to avoid the prophecy fo

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?

[Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend