Pure Soul Shard Novels & Stories

His crimson mark glowed brighter, his bond flickering. Aria’s claws burned, her vision blurring. She saw the truth: the shard was the Goddess’s heart, and their bond was its key. Breaking it meant killing the Goddess, but saving it meant feeding the Abyss. There was no winning.“ Lunara sanguis,” she whispered, her blood dripping onto the shard. Light exploded, crimson and blinding. The shard cracked, the rift shaking. The shadow screamed, its form dissolving, but the crimson wolves surged, their eyes locked on Kael.

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

•|•|• Beware the kiss of the Black Death, pup— given by the passing shadow. It fades upon touch, but as it leaves it carries with it, what is essential to the body. The very soul. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] I stand at the edge of the library, gathered in shadow, watching my treasure. As the ocean that feigns the illusion of grace and beauty by the bank's edge, I am still, yet beneath stirring like a serpent hides a wrath incomparable.

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

Simply present, the way she had been trained to be present in any environment. "The gathering is that way," she said, with the gentle precision of someone who has been instructed to be kind to everyone. I looked at her. At the Pearl embroidery on her collar. At the mountain wind in her hair. At the valley two thousand meters below. At the Soul Sight still fracturing in my chest — golden shards now, not threads, the pieces of something that had been built over five years and four years before that and something even further back that I could not name but could feel with the specific weight of a wound that has never once been allowed to close.

that was the absence of a network. "Go into the deep dark," I commanded. "Become a ghost-world. Hide the remaining shards from the universe. If you do this, I will let you keep the memory of my son. A single, pure file of what it means to be a family. It will be your 'Anchor' in the void. You won't be a god anymore, but you won't be a monster either. You’ll just be a story." The static went silent. The golden needles retracted, turning into a soft, shimmering mist. The Shard was weighing the value of a single, beautiful memory against the endless, hollow hunger of the harvest.

In a moment of sheer audacity, I pulled the journal out and opened it on my lap. ​ "What is the Silver Shard?" I asked, looking up at his reflection in the rearview mirror. ​ Kael’s lips barely moved. "A question better saved for the journey. It’s an artifact your ancestors stole to neutralize the Silver Moon’s lineage. We are simply taking it back." ​ "And why am I the 'unblooded female'?" ​ "Because your mother, in her cleverness, used the ritual to hide the Shard inside the one person no Alpha would ever touch: the wolf-less failure. The Shard is housed within your unshifted essence, making you magically invisible to every wolf in the continent—save for one."

He channeled the energy of his trial in the abyss, the pain of his regret, and the fluid, silent power of the Void. The gold-and-sapphire threads of his soul began to interweave with the white-silver threads of the shield. "What are you doing?!" the Elder screamed, his face contorting in terror. "You’ll be erased! The feedback will turn your soul to ash!" "Then I’ll be ash beside her," Silas growled, his skin beginning to crack, his obsidian hair turning white. The Lunar Shield began to vibrate. The "Pure" aura was being corrupted by the "Shadow-Gold." Tradition was meeting the choice of the heart, and the heart was winning.

"Mr. Pierce, something's wrong! Lara Quinn's soul particles are fluctuating violently! She… she has another memory segment with multiple layers of encryption! It's being forcibly decrypted now!" Every eye turned back to the screen, while panic seized Brody's chest. Then, an elderly voice rang out from the giant screen. "Lara Quinn, from today forward, your code name is Clarity. You're our only chance to cut out the cancer that is Apex Industries."