Pure Soul Shard Novels & Stories

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

"We're trying to fix your sibling. Next, it's your turn. If you truly care about her, get her swimming and acting like a fisheri." "Don't you dare tell me what to do with my family!" "They can't fix the wrist, so she'll never have a sheathed blade. Her only protection will be her released spores." "And your point?" Miro's eyes sparkled with unshed moisture. "Zalo is your liability for eternity. Make up your mind now—do you want her in your world, or will you swim away from reality?" Miro gaped at Coco's back as the CEO made her escape, walking confidently to the exit.

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

and the Moonbound Ascendant's full power woke up. The Shadowed Moon's molten form let out a new darkness—a black, jagged energy that twisted like living smoke. The last weapon was a **Void Shard**, a ball of pure destruction that pulsed with all the destructive energy the Shadowed Moon had gathered. It floated above the clearing and sent a feeling deep into my soul. "Selene, that's it!" Kael growled and dug his claws into the broken ground. The Piece of the Void!" Thorne's golden eyes flashed with danger. "It's a mess..." It's going faster than the Heart of Oblivion. I need you to stop it!"

I pulled the Void out. I funneled the necrotic rot, the salt-rot, and the sapphire frost through my own heart and into the Mother-Lode shard in my marrow. I used my soul as a filter, a sieve of pure, Hallowed fury. The Mother-Lode shard inside me shattered. But it didn't leave me empty. It dissolved into my blood, turning every drop of my life-force into a liquid, glowing ruby. The Sanguine Empress was born. I let out a roar that wasn't a wolf’s or a goddess’s. It was the roar of a woman who had finally had enough.

"He'll follow me." "I know." Brianna nodded. "Your Divine grace and your personal bond with him, the emotional weight of it, that's exactly what might help him recognise you in there. The land of shattered souls isn't a physical place. It responds to connection. To memory. To what people meant to each other." She hesitated,. "His fragments will be anchored to the strongest emotional ties he had. You're one of them." I didn't know what to do with that, so I filed it away and kept moving.

In the center of the room stood a single figure hooded, robed, hands wrapped in chains made of light. The Archivist. Their voices were both male and female, and yet neither. “You come bearing memories and warnings. Speak.” Lyra stepped forward. “A seed was left behind. Not of life, but of potential. We believe it is the Balance distilled into pure essence.” The Archivist’s head tilted. “You are wrong. But not entirely.” “What is it?” Aria asked. “A shard,” the Archivist replied. “Not of the Balance. But of *the Womb.*”

One of them was being unemotional and he couldn't care less if it made him someone with a heart of stone. But the self-betrayal of the nine-month time span displayed the result on him. He broke his own theory of living and his traitor mind caused him to hope, wish, and anticipate. He became numb when nine month's desires, aspirations, and expectations were crushed in just one event. His face was still hard and stoic but inside he was breaking. The impact of the big loss hit him like the fiery breath of a dragon. His heart was shattering in the tiniest pieces.

She acted as the conduit, funneling the Mother’s vast, divine essence through my body and directly into the **Obsidian Shard**. The feedback was catastrophic. I felt my soul being used as a funnel for an ocean. The silver light poured through me, screaming as it was compressed into the black stone. The Mother’s face distorted, the blue dress tearing, the human mask slipping to reveal a terrifying, geometric horror beneath. "NO!" the chorus roared. "THIS IS NOT THE COMPLETION!" "It's the **End of the File**!" I yelled. The shard began to grow, expanding from a pebble into a pillar. It wasn't absorbing the world anymore; it was absorbing *her*. The violet mist around Silas was sucked into the