Sans Souls Novels & Stories

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

<><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul' It's an LGBT genre's lesbian love story. Many don't like this genre, so you can happily avoid this book. And the rest are welcome to this world. I hope you all will be witnesses to a pure love story. The story belongs to my dreamland. If anything from this book matched anyone's life that's totally coincident. The medical information and others are there will be from my research and only for making the story more attractive. Once again thanks to everyone for choosing my book to read.

"Then get it together. You're a fucking General for Hell's sake. And what are you doing? Binge eating human food and wasting away in front of the moving picture box." "It's called a TV." "Soleus." Whoever is talking to him says his name through gritted teeth. "Figure. It. Out." "I'm. Trying." Sol snaps back. "Not hard enough." "What would you have me do, then. Kill her?" The blood in my veins runs cold. He could never… right? Samhain is only a few weeks away. How far can this Belial person get? Isn't Hell supposed to be as vast as Earth? "Would it break the spell?"

the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book smiled. "Other names?" "Scum." the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book smiled. "Scum?" "That's right," said the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book. "The vengeful souls that have been trapped in some place can't transcend, so they're gradually trapped here. Over time, they've fused with the other things here. They have their own unique way of existing. "You saw them before, but you didn't really see them." Samuel frowned. When he came to the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book, he had seen many tombs of the True Gods before entering the tower. He had even seen countless dead souls attacking him, but they were just dead souls.

****okay so last chapter Devon got a little frisky with Jennifer. This chapter is all about her and how her feelings for Jennifer developed. This chapter gives a whole new outlook to Soulmates but that is all I'm saying. You have to read in order to find out... Hehehehe enjoy**** Devon POV junior year of high school...

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 want my blood? My memories? Take them. But release the other souls." Alaric laughed. "You think you can offer yourself? Our hunger will never be sated with just one soul." "But my memories are different," Siron said. "I am a Guardian bound to ancient spirits. My memories span thousands of years through Morat and Lyra. That is more filling than hundreds of ordinary souls." The Devourer seemed interested. "Is that so? Let me have a taste." A mud tentacle reached toward Siron. Siron did not flinch. He opened his mind, allowing the tentacle to touch his forehead.

System, how can I look for the remaining souls of the Apocalyptic Legion? "Host, human souls are divided into a few parts, and this is the same for zombies. Currently, the souls of the zombies have been scattered throughout all parts of the world. Hence, you have to depend on your luck. "Additionally, they are not actually souls and are still zombies. However, they won't be able to recognize you anymore. So, you have to collect all the parts of their souls and fuse them up." The system made it clear that it was dependant on his luck.

As the dark souls collided with the blue shield, they started burning. Leyla saw that the dark spirits were now engulfed with red flames of hell fire. Leyla's eyes welled up as she realised who saved her life. It was all the innocent souls that were sacrificed to give Satan his powers. With tears rolling down from her eyes, Leyla touched the wall. The innocent souls scattered then flew away. Leyla was smiling while her tears kept running. She was able to free a few innocent souls. She knew that they were now going back to where they belonged. They all flew towards heaven. Leyla and Kurt walked towards Satan's body. Kurt was shocked when he saw Satan still alive. "How in hell is he still aliv

I tell him and he nods. “Am glad we have an understanding and I think from now on. You and I will get along fine. Now, do you remember what I said if something like this happens again?” I asked him. “Yes, I remember.” He answers, his face is white as snow, and I can see that he is in a lot of pain. Poor man. “Good, Fingers, drive him to the nearest hospital and leave him there,” I tell him and get out of the cold room. I met Souls just as I am headed to the shower, they call him Souls because he enjoys watching people as their souls leave their bodies when they die. Creepy I know but this is the bratva world, the world of weird stuff, blood, drug, and money.