Sans Souls Novels & Stories

Donna added one more thing, her tone grave, "All of S-tier Malevolent Phantoms build our defenses entirely with soul energy. You've clashed with Specter twice now—you should know this already. "So, if your wife ever charged straight at one of us, those terrifying, nearly impenetrable defenses we rely on would shatter like cheap glass in front of her. Hollow Soul breaks right through."

********" When Soren opened his eyes, there was no sky. Only white. Endless and blinding — stretching in all directions like the world had been stripped bare. He lay upon a surface that wasn’t quite solid, wasn’t quite air. The silence was too complete — no wind, no heartbeat, not even his own breath echoing back to him. For a fleeting moment, he thought he was dead. Then a flicker of gold light pulsed beneath his palm. The symbol of Travian — the sun-shaped mark on his wrist — glowed faintly, and with it came a voice. Soft, distant, echoing through the emptiness. You shouldn’t have done that, Soren. He turned sharply. The white expanse rippled, and from it, a figure took shape — faint at fi

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.

“You need light energy… so you’ve condensed your darksoul?” Hell Doyen seemed to have figured it out as he hung his head bitterly. “How ambitious! You’re planning to condense both the darksoul and lightsoul!” Kayson felt the crystallized lightsoul in his hand and could not contain his delight. “Mount Sunset has an abundance of lightsoul energy, right? “Why is this little left now? Where did the rest go?” Hell Doyen smirked. “You think I’ll tell you…” Kayson used the Sound Hypnosis Technique on the spot. Hell Doyen was not one to decide if he was telling him anything.

Its malevolent energy permeates the chamber, suffocating any remnants of hope or warmth. Once a human is locked within the Souls Dungeon, their tragic fate is sealed. The vault possesses an insidious ability to drain the very life force from its captives. The process is agonizingly slow and torturous, as the energy is leached from their body, leaving them weak and feeble. Time becomes their tormentor, as a soul cannot endure for more than an hour within the suffocating embrace of the vault.

“You need light energy… so you’ve condensed your darksoul?” Hell Doyen seemed to have figured it out as he hung his head bitterly. “How ambitious! You’re planning to condense both the darksoul and lightsoul!” Kayson felt the crystallized lightsoul in his hand and could not contain his delight. “Mount Sunset has an abundance of lightsoul energy, right? “Why is this little left now? Where did the rest go?” Hell Doyen smirked. “You think I’ll tell you…” Kayson used the Sound Hypnosis Technique on the spot. Hell Doyen was not one to decide if he was telling him anything.

Chapter 4 Third POV Solas stood at the center of his chamber, his pale blue eyes fixed on the reflection of the moon in the small pond before him. The water’s surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, the moonlight dancing upon it in an eerie, mesmerizing pattern. This pond was his anchor, his connection to the moon and the source of his power. The open ceiling above it allowed the moon’s light to filter down, enhancing his abilities and giving him strength. He traced patterns in the water with his fingers, feeling the potent energy thrumming beneath his skin.

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?

The flower vase slips from my trembling hands and shatters against the floor. But I barely notice. Because the moment I touched it… I saw something. My breathing becomes uneven as I stumble backward away from the broken glass scattered across the floor. My head pounds violently while strange whispers echo inside my mind. Blood. Fire. Screams. Silver eyes glowing in darkness. And a voice… “The bond has awakened.” “What the hell…” I whisper shakily. My wolf is panicking inside me. Danger. A sudden sharp pain shoots through my chest so violently that I gasp and clutch my heart.