Primordial Soul Diablo 3 Novels & Stories

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 Children of the Blessed were idiots; they were fools. "Other than more recruits for me, and you staying well away from the wall, we have no idea what all these attacks mean," the mercenary continued. Particularly if the High Wiz begin to show up— or, worse still, one of the High Lords. They would make the virelya appear to be canines. I examined her rough, scarred hands, which were dried out by the weather. "Have you ever encountered a different kind of Witch?" "You don't want to know, girl—not unless you want to be hurling up your breakfast," she said as her eyes closed.

“What do you mean? Who is watching?” “Agatha,” her mother interjected, her expression turning grave. “The High Priestess Agatha. She has been alive for over a thousand years, fueled by dark magic and a thirst for power. She senses your potential and will come for you. You must be cautious.” “But I want to fight back!” Aqua exclaimed, desperation threading through her words. “I don’t want to hide anymore. I need to know how to harness my powers.”

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

pulsing with a frequency that threatened to shatter their bones. Suddenly, the aurora above us curdled. From the shifting mists of the horizon, three figures emerged. They did not look like wolves, and they certainly didn't look like men. They were towering columns of sentient energy—one of liquid fire, one of crystalline ice, and one of absolute, star-flecked shadow. They moved with a predatory grace that made our "Grey evolution" look like a clumsy, half-finished toy. These were the Primordials: the original architects of the wolf-soul, the ones the First Luna had betrayed to build her Foundry.

She dared not take another action and warned everyone quickly, “Don’t move. Don’t resist. Just go down this way.” At the same time, the dark demonic lotus inside Alex’s body suddenly said to him, “Be careful. There are Primordial Spirits here. They are dead souls sacrificed during the great war between primordial gods and demons. They have turned into peerless dreadful devils in this special environment. This place is definitely a dreadful place. I can’t suppress them even with my demonic attribute.”

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

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.”

Once she shook the feeling off, she then added, “The primordial spirit itself is known as the Herculean Primordial Spirit, and the Herculean Supernatural Technique was something that he came up with himself! With that in mind, do you understand now, Yume? Anyone who manages to get their hands on the primordial spirit will be able to train and achieve an Immortal Body! I’m saying it right now that what I’m now telling you is a very big secret! Very few people in the world even know about this!” As Yume’s breath hastened, she then asked in disbelief, “Grandma… You couldn’t be saying that Gerald is the primordial spirit of that top master back then, right…?!” Watching as Yume almost fell in her