Sans Souls Novels & Stories

It just wouldn't make sense for Colette to still pretend to be me if she were to wish for his speedy recovery at the chapel since it was a private moment and nobody knew about her identity there anyway. So, the person who wrote these wishes had to have been the real Winter Brooke. "Winter…" Finnegan's eyes were deep like the abyss as he sprawled out over my body. I instinctively moved closer to Hal. I thought that Finnegan was going to start interrogating and blaming me for something I never did again. Hal quit his mobile game and handed me his phone. I quickly typed my message in it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry! I'm sorry that it had all been a one-sided thing all along. I promi

Pablo opened the first page and began: "For long now the day marked for the birth of the demon child has been awaited. The child will be born by whichever couple that has sex on the of Halloween. Humans think this is a day to celebrate and give candy to kids dressing in costumes. That is not the case. For this is the day that a great feast of souls is happening in the underworld. The day that destruction will come upon the face of the earth. He will rule beside his father, the devil himself, Lucifer. He will take pleasure in watching mankind suffer and feed on their souls. This is a prophecy that can never be changed. But I the maker of this journal, have found a way to avoid the prophecy fo

Relief washed through me as I shook my head. "No. What we believe about demons are wrong. They are called Daemons and they do not have the power to take souls," I explained. "They need a spell from a Sorceress to do that. But a Sorceress needs the amplifying power of a Daemon to take souls on such a mass scale. So, they used this symbiotic relationship to bring on this huge curse. Disguised as a sickness, it caused people to turn into a zombie like creature. Once that was done, they twisted the hunger into a soul feeding machine. Now they won't stop until all the souls are gone." I turned to Cynthia feeling the pain that she must be feeling knowing what had happened to her children.

“I saw it … red and burning … the Demonlords have their grasp on my soul.” “That might’ve been the reason you keep on having that dream,” Luna said all of a sudden, looking thoughtful. “The concept of the soul is directly connected to the Tree of Genia in my country, Asveneas. It’s where all souls are born, from the life energy the tree brings forth. The tree that you’re seeing in your dream must be its exact opposite … the Tree of Exodia …” Arth faced Luna, his eyes blinking in puzzlement. “There’s another one, then?”

WARNING: SYSTEMIC OVERRIDE DETECTED. The blue waveform of the Admin spiked on the terminal above my head. Kael’s digital shadow manifested across every screen in the Grand Hall, his white-light eyes wide with a frantic, digitized terror. “Leo, stop!” Kael’s voice boomed through the speakers, the baritone crackling with static. “The Well of Souls is saturated with necrotic silver-salt and the marrow-rot of the Failed. It isn't just water. It’s the liquid remains of every broken core the Council ever harvested.”

“Then listen to her. Don't let the Empress drown her out. You don't have to be the martyr for the North, Elara. We have an army. We have Lucien’s fire. We can find another way to kill the Sisters.” “There is no other way,” I whispered, looking toward the grey mist where Selene’s ghost had beckoned. “The Sisters are the ‘Unwanted’ parts of our souls. They are the shadows Silas created when he tried to prune the bloodline. You can't kill a shadow with a sword, Kaelen. You can only reabsorb it. Or let it consume you.”

"Tell me about the unsouled." "Well, we do know there has never been a confirmed sighting of an unsouled since the existence of the realm," he began, then looked at him. "Until now," he added. "However, Trakael spoke of a village he found littered with corpses of what he claimed were the unsouled." "I thought they were already dead?" Soartin sighed, as if having to deal with a dumb child. "You killed one yourself, brother. What do you think?" Sethlzaar pursed his lips. He deserved that.

Stupid. No. He was too likely to slip up, to fail, and then instead of splitting his soul, he might accidentally kill it. Soulless, Daniels earthly guise, this dull body, would wander the earth in perpetuity, searching for its soul but settling for the next best thing: Lawrence . It would haunt her until the day she died, and maybe after that. What Noah needed was a partner. What he needed was impossible. He grunted and rolled over onto his back, squinting into the bright sun directly overhead.

Soul Extraction Soul Extraction was an ability that was not best explained by its title. Rather than extracting the soul of a target, what Soul Extraction did was to allow an Asura to inherit the power and will of those they killed. The person didn’t have to be fully dead either; as long as their hearts were crushed, the Asura would inherit everything. Some speculated that this was the reason why Asuras were generally insane, for it was no easy feat to see the lives and heart of every person one killed and still be normal.

Well, almost empty if not for us: Noah, Lowan, Maura, Cass, the arnis guy, another guy in a butler outfit, a girl in a maid's outfit holding a bow and arrow, a girl with a high ponytail equipped with a sword that looked like a katana, and me. There were three more beasts waiting for us on the yard. I bet the masked cosplayers were holding them off as the arnis dude came for us. The creature that chased us just emerged from the building entrance with an arrow on its head. We were surrounded by four beasts as huge as hippos. I didn't have any choice. I had to de-soul. De-souling is when I materialize my soul so that my body would be an empty vessel for the dark. Most people cannot de-soul so w