Old Souls 소설 & 이야기

Everything was going well until something unexpected happened. A skyforge placed in a world ravaged by war and death tried to do collect more energy to revitalize the planet, but it couldn't give anything in return, so it gave away the next best thing: souls. The souls began to infect the forges of countless planets and began to twist them. Before anyone could react, those worlds started to wither and die. When every living organism was gone, the skyforge transferred the souls to the next one like a virus. When it reached our version, countless souls poured into the crust of the planet, but they didn't destroy the world. Instead, a marvelous sight occurred.

I taunted, sticking my tongue out. "No offense taken. I see your ego is still bigger then your head. But whatever I know I'm better.... though you gotta let some air out that hollow brain and have a sit, and listen you little pup." Aquila chuckled. I puff and nodded my snout down. "Who are you calling pup? My soul is 600 years old you old thing!" Amber and Aquila chuckled. Aquila and Amber are the oldest souls.... they were the first to fight back since the beginning. They have known every single vampire that's been killed and every human that has served the cause of sacrifice to protect our Primordial Pack's Alpha.

They seem to think over whether they want to find another or stay together, but then the human counterpart starts to float around unsurely. Weaving in and out of the souls much as my granddaughters had. I clap my hand, moving up to laugh… more like a cackle. Oh, the things I have been doing wrong all these years. The souls I have matched, yet they could have had a better life. I watch, amused, as Leo’s son picks up speed, moving amongst my wolves until he finds a soul he likes. The soul is not a black one, but instead a white one. It’s not a soul that belongs to an alpha. In fact, the soul has only ever been an omega. Often an orphan at that, but despite that, they start dancing around one a

“This is preposterous. Do you think that you have a hold on me?” Beckham’s gaze suddenly turned ferocious. Then, an old man about 60 to 70 years old floated out of Beckham’s body within Kayson’s vision. The old man was precisely the soul that occupied Beckham’s body! The soul old man immediately charged at Kayson as soon as he appeared as if he was trying to attack Kayson. “Foolish boy, even if you do manage to see through my existence, can you withstand my soul attack?” The soul old man sneered and threw a punch at Kayson’s head.

The sensation was suffocating. The old man, sensing Adrian's despair, only grew more arrogant. “Hahaha! Do you now realize how formidable I am? If you obediently offer up your soul, I might spare you some unnecessary suffering when I devour you.” His voice dripped with malice. “Kid, those who know their place are the wise. Time to die.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the old man's soul power morphed into a massive blood-colored skull, a grim testament to the countless lives he had claimed. It charged at Adrian like a vengeful spirit, intent on swallowing him whole.

Stralath hummed a human song as the elevator slid below ground, and Cleona shot him a strange look which he ignored. He liked earthling music which showed creativity and spirit. He'd stayed up late scrolling the internet and uploaded an extensive playlist to the "insight device" attached to his skull. Coco cleared her throat, and he reluctantly tapped the disc behind his ear, shutting off the rhythmic sound waves rolling through his mind. "The fisheri won't talk, and we've tried everything short of torture." Coco rocked back on her heels.

“The Olga’s power is very powerful. It is a very deadly spirit that causes nothing but ruin and havoc. It destroys everything that comes its way. If it hasn’t already consumed her, it soon will. It will push her to the deepest part of her mind and take control of her body. And once that happens, we might never be able to stop it. It will destroy us all.” “Then we kill her before that happens,” Silas groaned. When he arrived here, he was so pissed to see Violet, but he didn’t act on it and only promised to return with her to the south. I was never going to let that happen. Her place was right here, beside me and nowhere else. “We could only kill the body. But the spirit cannot be killed. It c

A heavy silence filled the room. Olivia exhaled slowly, trying to push down the frustration gnawing at her insides. “There has to be a way. Something we’re missing.” Caroline, who had been flipping through one of her old spellbooks, looked up. “There is something,” she admitted. “But you’re not going to like it.” Olivia turned to her. “I don’t care if I like it. If it helps him, we do it.” Caroline sighed. “A soul tether.”

The engagement ring shimmered under the light. "Why is this still on my finger?" I whispered. Before Michael could speak, Maria chuckled, shaking her head like she had been waiting for this moment. "Oh, Brenda," He sighed dramatically, giving Maria a smirk. "Do you even look at yourself in the mirror when you wake up? Babe, you’ll be twenty-seven this year. You’re not as fresh and beautiful as you think." He scoffed, eyes gleaming with cruelty. "I’m actually doing you a favor. You’re outdated, Brenda. It’s time to wake up."

From hunger. The soul he was about to trade had never been his to begin with. He pressed the edge of his claw to his tongue. Bit. Bled again. “Lael ith os murn. I am the last flame. I am the spine of the beast. I give. Take me.” The ground groaned. The altar split down the middle. And from the wound in the earth came not fire—but breath. Old breath. The kind that smelled like burnt roots and forgotten names. The kind of breath that remembered the First Pact and had waited too long to be worshipped again.