Sans Souls Novels & Stories

Susan answered firmly, her eyes glowing as if she had revealed a crack in the wall of darkness. “No. I mean, we need to discover how the owner of these souls summons them. The weapon used in the crime is just as important as the killer himself. Once we identify the weapon, we can stop him… But here, the weapon isn’t physical, it’s not visible—it’s something that breathes between worlds, untouchable. We need to investigate or find someone who understands such things, someone who knows how to fight forces that defy the laws of men.” A profound silence fell after her words. Inside, the sound of the wind grew clearer, like the rustling of pages from an old book being opened somewhere in the apar

"They're something else entirely. They were human once, thousands of years ago. But they found a way to transcend death without becoming deadies. They exist between states—not alive, not dead, not quite real." "How?" Willow asked. "By binding themselves to the system. The Soul Recycle Program isn't just a game. It's a machine. A construct built from collected souls, powered by suffering and fear. The administrators are part of that machine. They can't exist without it." "So if we destroy the machine...." Marcus started. "You destroy them. Yes." Dracula leaned forward. "But here's the problem. The machine is made of deadies. Millions of them. Every soul that's ever been trapped in the game is

The rain drenched Sora as he stood on the precipice of the broken window. Below him, Lunastre was a sprawling corpse of steel and dying neon. The silence following the network purge was absolute. No sirens. No hum of hovering drones. Only the sound of the wind whistling through the hollowed out sanctum. Sora felt the heat in his marrow receding, replaced by a bone deep fatigue that made his vision swim.

of the Gallery, his form a solid, glowing mercury-white. "The 'Second Transaction' is a 'Soul-Split', Silas Blackwood," the Project Manager announced. "The Author has agreed to 'Duplicate' the North. One version will stay in the 'Unmapped' state, living the 'Happy Ending' the audience wants. The other version... the 'Real' version... will stay here, in Sector 0. You will be the 'Donors' for the 'New Genome' until the debt of the miracle is paid." "You want us to 'Sell the Dream' while we 'Live the Nightmare'?" Silas roared, his gold-veined wolf form erupting in a final, terminal pillar of heresy.

"The... Thirteen... Thirteen Angels' Breaths... She's performing the Thirteen Angels' Breaths..." "What is that?" Horace was irritated and had no patience for Sulien's shock. Alain, hearing this, raised his head. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Eden. The Thirteen Angels' Breaths... It sounded familiar, like he'd heard of it somewhere before. "She's... She's using Nosoi's signature technique, the Thirteen Angels' Breaths. It's said to be able to snatch a life from the Reaper!" Sulien gulped. "Dr. Sanders told me only Nosoi knows how to perform the Thirteen Angels' Breaths technique. No one else in our country can do it."

The air over the Shadow Vale was thick with ash and despair. A gray pall clung to the jagged peaks, and the ground itself seemed to shudder under the weight of countless undead souls. Selene stood on the precipice of the valley’s entrance, her silver eyes reflecting the devastation below. Before her lay the amassed legions of the Revenant—fallen warriors, corrupted beasts, and spectral phantoms—stretching as far as the eye could see.

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.

Bella explained, making Carissa even more confused. "Because of the accident, my soul died, Carissa, and now my body is empty, and you will occupy it. You will enter Arabella's body, live my life, and continue your life as me," he explained again. "But why? Why should I be you?" asked Carissa confusedly.

“For centuries we've been functioning, not only as a household brotherhood, but a global society. Our candidates increased by the year, before they winded up to the six picked each century. Six picked to guide the brotherhood into the next century. “The Sons of Hades survived many human conflicts because of the numerical limitation. That's why we remain one of the most secret societies on planet earth consisting of business men, entertainers, artists, and mostly, politicians.” “You want some tea?” El inquired. A stunned Lex couldn't answer. Tea was the last thing on his mind. A guard brings El a bottle of water, El opened it and gulped it down hungrily. “In the Sons, we are guided by an oath

Silvan interfere and let Trevor move his gaze towards his formless form. Trevor felt shaken once again spotting the leader of Dark deadly souls. His sense of being was jerked. All he could do was show a more solid being in his presence. The Dark souls were always in need of a body to use as a vessel and the last anyone wanted was to fall their prey.