Sans Souls Novels & Stories

I mumbled frightened. “We won’t.” he said synpathically, reaching out for me and gently pulling me to his chest. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, before his phone light blinked... then died. I became more frightened. I reached for something. Anything, just need to ease my tensed heart. Eventually, I gripped something soft. Held it tight—like it was the only thing tethering me to earth. “Awch!”. He let out pained, before the light got retored. I almost yelled out, seeing what I've been holding on to.

Stella POV The prison cell reeked of socks, hardened perspiration and defeat. If remorse emitted an aroma this spot had captured it flawlessly. Megan and I perched on the bench each of us battered, covered in dust and still a bit shaken from the street fight. Claudia and her two followers were, in the cell yelling loudly about how I supposedly unleashed some kind of supernatural power on them. If someone paid attention for a while they’d believe I had lifted them and thrown them through a structure.

Gordon said. “We just lost an ancient relic that is worth billions of dollars. Yarikh's box. We also lost billions on the blood moon when your friends burnt down our base in Westview. Our sponsors are losing their patience with me. If we don't get those genes from you today... Well, I need those genes.” “You sponsors, who are they?” I asked. “It's none of your business, Abby!” he yelled. “Just get in the truck.” “I'll go with you either way, so just tell me who your sponsors are,” I said. “I just want to know who is so interested in me that they spend billions for 17 years.”

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

"That's impossible." "Apparently not." Clara's voice was grim. "Theron, have you heard of anything like this?" Theron looked troubled. "There are legends. Ancient ones. About the Soulless — wolves who gave up their spirits to gain immortality. But they were supposed to be extinct." "Apparently not." Clara stood. "Elias, Ronan, you're with me. We're going south." The journey took three days. The southern territories were lush and warm, a stark contrast to the frozen wastes Elias had faced years ago. But the beauty was deceptive. Everywhere they went, they found signs of the Soulless — abandoned packs, empty villages, wolves who had simply vanished.

S long explanations, kinda shine a light to my understanding on Fantasma mysterious phenomenon, it's maybe a god's act but, to be more logical I supposed dungeon spillage was more acceptable for me. [Here are the locations where you will find the innocent soul…the place was quite desolated…]. (T.A.S) T.A.S being an artificial assistant as he is, brought up a marked map on my smartphone. Looking at the map, the marker was 100 kilometers due northwest. "It's in the desert…wait, an oasis?…..T.A.S brought up the real-time image on that marker…change the output to my Laptop…". [Bringing the real-time image on the screen…]. (T.A.S)

A Forsoul can be used to temporarily replace a sucked-out soul. Evil casters called Netherlords can completely suck out a soul and feed on it or trap it in a magically enchanted case. A completely sucked-out soul means instant death. A partially sucked-out soul gives its owner a little time before they give up the ghost. But if the partially sucked-out soul is replaced by a Forsoul, the individual can live for as long as the Netherlord allows him or her to. A Forsoul is linked to its creator. So, the creator of Bethany’s Forsoul has the power to sever the link and end the Forsoul’s sustenance.

Sophia’s voice sounded crystalline, vibrating with a metallic reverb. "Signal is... grainy, Sophia," Zero’s voice crackled through a phantom earpiece, sounding like he was speaking from the bottom of a well. "You’re in the Buffer Zone. Lucas hasn't noticed you yet, but his pulse-checks are constant. You need to move toward the central spire. That’s where he’s anchoring the 'Soul-Fragments'."