Oblivion Souls Novels & Stories

"You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you." We focused our attention on her as she held Gabriel and Raphael by the neck. They have no trace of wounds but you can see the weakness in them as if they have been fighting Syne for years. Is Syne really that powerful? "Wait, what?" Vanna said. "Vampires can grow a soul?" "Anyone can grow a soul," she replied. "Let's settle this Michael," she firmly said. "Just us and let's forget about the vampires. After all, it should only be between us."

Though this new path added five more days to the trip, it was safer and smoother, better suited for Lyra, a fragile she-wolf who deserved care and protection. But that wasn’t the only reason. This path passed by a special place, a small cave deep within Gloomwood where Raven and Cara, who was now Lyra, had once lived happily together. Raven had heard that the Potion of Oblivion, the memory-erasing elixir Lyra had taken, wasn’t permanent. With the right stimulus, the memories could return little by little. He hoped the first ones to resurface would be the beautiful moments they once shared.

It turned out that in the previous moment, Zhou Fu wrote the ancient characters in reverse so that his Soul Destroyer Rune didn't give any reaction. “Excellent! What's that?!" Wang Ji screamed in disbelief after seeing a circular plate with strange symbols suddenly appear under the body of the evil spirit, the circle gave off a bluish-white light and when the symbols inside were connected by light, blue flames immediately appeared and burned. the body and soul of the evil spirit. “Krieeeekkkk…….!” The evil spirit squirmed to escape but no matter how hard it tried to break free, its body really couldn't get past the circle that had trapped it.

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.

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

We reached the edge of the Southern Rift just as the midnight sky turned a bruised, toxic purple. The ground opened into a massive, jagged crater. At the center of the pit stood the Gate of Souls a gigantic archway made of black obsidian, covered in ancient glowing runes. Swirling clouds of screaming red spirits poured out from the portal, forming a dark army of ten thousand undead soldiers below. Standing atop the obsidian arch was the Supreme Sovereign, his crimson crown glowing like a dying star. Beside him stood the pale, floating spirit of my father, Lord Vane, tethered to the Sovereign's staff by thick red chains of blood-magic.

His Aura cultivation — the force that the empire's strongest warriors spent lifetimes refining — had reportedly reached a level that his senior generals were reluctant to quantify because quantifying it required standing close enough to feel it, and none of them enjoyed doing that. He was seventeen now. I was ten. I knew this also: I had not stopped thinking about the golden threads. Three years, and the feeling behind my sternum had not dimmed. If anything it had done the opposite — sharpened, clarified, become something less like sensation and more like certainty. I had no framework for what Soul Sight was. The term existed somewhere in the old texts I had started teaching myself to read,

Liora asked, wearing a cold, icy smile one that bore a striking resemblance to the expression Mavric often wore when dismantling his business rivals. “Do you truly believe you have planned for every single possibility?” “What do you mean by that?” Lucas frowned, looking confused. “I began hacking into this system the very moment I inserted the sapphire key earlier,” Liora declared, delivering the blow with absolute precision. You were so completely focused on analysing my biometric data that you forgot to check the integrity of the system’s core kernel. Ever since my time in New York, I have been developing a specialised data-wiping virus I call ‘Oblivion’. The moment I walked into this room

i commanded, my voice dropping into an octave, hitting that frequency designed to strip the defiance away from a lesser wolf’s psyche. I didn’t reach for my blade, not yet, a lot was at stake, i couldn't make a mistake. I reached for my soul, pushing Fenir’s voice out, like a physical shockwave. Not a weapon meant to force submission, but it was like a decree, Obey, stand - down. Protect the mate. The hallway debris creaked under the sheer weight of the pressure I was exerting on it to get Ethan back. The overhead flickered, humming with a dying energy and exploded one by one.