Return Your Soul Manhwa Novels & Stories

“The character with the equivalent exchange of her very soul that she gives up and easily. Ended up for her to walk in her empty doll's body. With her nature that came from the warrior race from the alternate world of Sagittarius. She is never attached to anyone or anything into the world and book of Death Reincarnate. Someone who clearly holds the cards of the swords.” His words and commending someone and a first after all the things and the words that he just said and read about. The attached character and the strongest one that will ever be once the word and the book of Dylan will open. With her strong heart, yet soulless body, she is a doll that can be awaken by the purest soul among the

"Why is that?" "Necros are basically a part of one's soul, you are aware of strange quarks right? Your soul is like a vessel for strange quarks, the stronger the soul, the more strange quarks or necros you can absorb." "So what are you doing right now?" "I am cultivating my soul power to buy necros and absorb them." I was dumbfounded and lost my control that I stood up and shook his shoulders and shouted, "What? Is that really possible?" I saw everyone awkwardly gazed at me. I lowered my voice and bowed to each of them, "Sorry."

"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.

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

Hana's soul discovers her magic is dividing the order of the levers of spells. Unbeknownst to Hana, at level 9, magic is allowed to produce conscious souls. So now Hana is facing five souls in human form. The phoenix fire spirit has fiery red hair; the thunder spirit has glittering white-blond hair. The soul of water has beautiful long black hair. The mermaid's tearful soul carried blue wings; finally, the soul of the instantaneous moving spell had blonde hair. Based on the color of the hair, Hana discovered that the phoenix fire spirit was trying to become the first levers spell and, based on its reasoning, only levers it first.

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

“Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin stood up and looked around until his eyes met mine. Then he knelt in front of the chapel as the rain began to pour again. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds parting for the blood moon to emerge. And the chatting became louder. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin slit his wrists with the spirit sword and allowed the blood to drip on the stairs of the chapel. And we all heard a rumbling sound apart from the sound of thunder as Darka emerged from beneath the chapel. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!”

small horns appeared near the soul river. There was a crack near them which indicated that they came from somewhere outside of this universe. "They will catch up to us soon. What do we do, honey? Our daughter is also..." "We will do as we planned. You've put Tema in the Ark after altering her memories and showing that illusion, right? " "But...Deceiving our own daughter like that...she is just an innocent child." "Sigh...But we don't have any other choice. They will also not leave us alone and will haunt us to take back Ark. Anyway, There's no time. Let's hurry up." The male humanoid suddenly waved his hand towards the soul river and picked up a random soul from it before seeing its me

there will be no death or rebirth. I took the sword and entered the soul palace where father kept all the souls and I found her... the one that was shining the brightest... I grabbed the jar in which it was and got her out... I didn't even bother to read her name... once her soul was out, I ignited the sword with my power... that's it. Just one stab on it and this soul will stop existing. Then father won't be able to make her my mate... yes... that's it... one stab... I raised the sword and about to hit that soul when suddenly it stopped... the fire of sword dimmed and suddenly the sword was taken from my hand and I was pushed on the floor. It was Amenadiel with father. He took the soul and

"What are you saying?" "I’m going to use the Soul-Sunder," Micah whispered, lifting the obsidian blade. "It can sever a soul without killing the body. I’m going to cut the Heir out of your spirit and pull it into mine. I’ll be the vessel. I’ll take the King into the dark with me." "You’ll die," Rhea said, her eyes wide with horror. "If you take that thing into you... it will burn you from the inside out." "I’m already burning," Micah replied with a sad, bitter smile. "At least this way, the fire serves a purpose."