Sans Souls Novels & Stories

24 — The Devotion They Fear The street went quiet in the way predators make silence. Not empty. Not safe. Just… held. Nori felt it before she saw it—the pressure drawing the world inward, sound thinning, color draining at the edges of her vision. The ritual architecture was already in place. Salt lines glimmered faintly against wet pavement, half-circles completed by careful hands that never stepped into the wards. The air tasted metallic, like rain before a storm that never broke.

◇NO POV◇ sana is fuming with anger because her another plan also gone is vain she hitted the wall angrily azra : are you mad sana what happened to you sana : that's what my problem nothing happening azra : we are already following a plan right now again why you're angry sana : I implemented another one too I thought it will get succeed and she will die but that bitch escaped again azra : what you did sana : she tried to escape wantedly I showed her way near dungeon she entered as per my plan I released poisonous gas inside if Aurthur didn't came in time she might die now but he saved her again

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.

Callie shouted, sweat dripping down her forehead from the intense effort. Without hesitation, I grabbed the Dark God by the neck, tightening my grip. With my other hand, I seized his abdomen and, with a brutal motion, tore him in half. A piercing scream echoed as, instead of entrails, imprisoned souls burst free from his body. Nocturnus’s form disintegrated into black ash, leaving only a sharp-toothed grin atop the pile of dust. "Damn you!" Sora Rhea erupted in fury, glaring at us with blazing hatred. "I will have my revenge—mark my words!"

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?"