Sans Souls Novels & Stories

As claws and teeth shattered the skin, the battle lasted until the souls around began to notice their presence. These souls were unable to resist the scent of demons, so one by one, they turned toward them. Bettra and Sanloth were still immersed in their battle for the sword, unaware of the thousands of souls surrounding them. Bettra is shocked, as Sanloth is ripped from her grasp. She turns to see what has happened, and to her horror, she sees a tide of souls ripping through her inert body and dragging her into the depths of eternal despair. Watching the fate of her adversary in terror, the petrified demon did not know that her own would follow the same path. A horde of souls was tearing at

The faster the tornado spun, the thinner her slender frame became. "No, leave her alone," I yelled, my voice hoarse, pushing my hand through the deadly tornado. Before I could grab her, Liam appeared and shoved me out of the way. I slammed into the wall, collapsing to my knees. Sasha was skin and bones by this point, resembling the female corpses discovered at the lake. When he grabbed her, her frail body disintegrated into ashes, spinning around in the chaos until she was gone.

No further sanctuary contact. --- Nothing. --- Nori thought about Lena. The message. The missing texture. The strange calm. The absence that had felt worse than fear. --- A realization slid coldly through her chest. --- "They're not removing pain." --- Nobody answered. --- Because everyone already knew. --- "They're removing attachment." --- The words hung in the air. Terrible. Obvious. True. --- Across the room Kolden closed his eyes. As if hearing it spoken aloud hurt. --- Maybe it did.

Azrael stepped beside me and said, “You know why Syne doesn’t want to kill your brother? Well, I assumed you didn’t know because the rest of the angels weren’t aware… ” “She loves my brother and she doesn’t want to…” Azrael laughed which made me stop. I waited for him to stop laughing because it seems to him that everything that’s happening is just a game. I think I am starting to hate him now. I decided to leave him there until he said, "Your brother has no soul." I turned to him. "What?" “Vampires have no soul. Aren’t you aware of that? ” I was caught off guard. I never thought about it. I didn’t even realize how important having a soul was because we are vampires, we don’t die. So, why do

"My boys are very interested in how this works, you're their test dummy." "The boss will take care of you soon enough!" The man cackled as Summer pressed the button on the remote she was holding. Screaming the man started convulsing as the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Panting he set his scornful eyes on Summer who was still smiling. "Going to talk yet?" She asked hovering her finger over the button. "Or was one time not enough for you?" The man clamped his mouth shut as his eyes flashed defiantely.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

"He's missing two of his soul fragments. Did you two take them?" One soul went into the manifestation, and the other soul should be in the Netherrealm. Of course, this was just Aria's guess. But seeing Blanc and Noir made this theory seem very likely. She lowered her voice, her tone ice cold. "Where are you holding one of his souls?" "We aren't holding any of his soul fragments." Noir had come from battlefields after all, so he forced himself to withstand that pressure. "He went to the Netherrealm, and according to the Ledger of Souls, today really is the day his life ends.

Sora smiled coldly, leaving the area with an aura of satisfaction. I touched the stones with my fingertips, hearing the desperate screams of the trapped souls. I closed my eyes, connecting with them. A thin fracture formed in my mind, allowing me to feel each captured soul. Carefully, I opened one of the stones, releasing the souls. They nodded in gratitude before disappearing. I smirked slightly, realizing there was a way to free the souls without the dark guardians noticing. I needed to be cautious, releasing them little by little to weaken the dominion of the dark forces.

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.”

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"