Skyrim Black Soul Gem Filled Novels & Stories

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

I licked my lips and composed myself before walking towards Liam nervously. "Good morning, Liam. I'm sorry, I'm late," I greeted him as I got closer. "You know that I don't like wasting my time. We've been waiting for you here for hours," he said coldly. I swallowed and bowed my head. "I'm sorry. I woke up very late." "Foria, even if you wake—" he was cut off when someone spoke behind me. "Can we start?" I almost froze where I was standing when I heard that voice. It was familiar yet relaxing. I don't know where I heard it but I also don't know why my body reacted. I could feel my hand trembling. What's wrong with me?

"S-Second wife?" Caelia’s voice faltered as she swallowed the pit of nausea rising in her throat. Her heart pounded painfully, as though trying to escape her chest. Surely, she’d misheard. Selene tilted her head slightly, one perfectly arched brow lifting. "Oh? You didn’t know?" she asked, each passing second twisting the knife in Caelia’s chest. "‘Draken’s gem’? Did you truly think a dragon would be satisfied with only one gem? It’s in his nature…”

He bowed respectfully, handing over a wooden box to Kaira. "This is a token of my loyalty and a gift from one who has walked the same path as you" Kaira took the box and as soon as she opened it, her lips curved into a smile, sitting inside the box was the blood gem stone, it was one of the only few relics left in the world that was capable of destroying the soul essence of anyone who dared to go into the dark arts but Of course, the fool Anatoly had no idea of what he had just handed to her.

Millions of Nightmares of all classes are gathered in front of a pitch black castle. Above the stairs are thirteen commanders, each wearing a white mask and carrying a Muerte Sword. Muerte Swords or Death Swords are the same as a Dark Crystal Sword that the Crimson Eyed Warriors use. The difference is that they do not dematerialize and they are capable of sucking the soul of their victim. These souls will add to the sword's strength and will pass the knowledge and skills of the victim's soul to its wielder. There are only 13 Muerte Swords in the Nightmare Empire and they are given to 13 compatible wielders.

Instead of biting Ambrose's head off, Sephora returned her attention back to the blacksmith. "How did you do that? Is that your Soulborn power?" She asked him inquisitively. The blacksmith bowed his head, "Indeed it is, my Lady. My Soulborn power allows me to manipulate metal in any way I wish." "A very rare gift." Ambrose cut in. The blacksmith bowed again, in thanks. "What is your name?" Sephora inquired, looking at the male with a new lease of respect. The blacksmith straightened and gave her a kind smile,

That night, Damien knocked on my door. He was holding a small, embroidered box. Inside was a Moon Soul Amulet, glowing with a soft light. Moon Soul Stones were found only near the Moon Wells, a rare mineral that could nourish and soothe a wolf’s spirit. “For you,” he said, holding it out. “I know the flower was important to you. This is to make up for it.” I didn’t take it. I just stared at him, my heart a block of ice. Did he really think he could just “make up” for every hurt with something expensive?

[~Mayhem-Sealcroc Killed~] [Gained Soul Crystal +1 ] [Gained Saturation Points +2 ] [Gained Soul-Armas (Weapon-Grade): Mayhem Sabre] [Gained Water-based Affinity] Multiple notifications popped up in his Mind.

Most of the things we could create are what we can use in Blackcroft and any realm. Once weighed, the gems—Black Stones—could be collected from the obsidian coffer beside it, each one stamped with Blackcroft’s sigil. I carried the array disk to the scale, my hands trembling as I set it down. The runes flared and everyone looked caught up in the moment. I could feel the weight of its power pressing against the room. Numbers shimmered in the air above it before solidifying. Fifty. A hush fell over the hall. Gasps echoed as the students leaned in, disbelief painted across their faces.

Her eyes completely rolled back as she orgasmed for the very first time in her life. Jade felt her inner walls tighten around him and his climax hit him like a tsunami. Without thinking twice, he lowered his head and his canines sank into her skin. At that moment, the moon seemed to glow brighter. A painful scream tore out of Kalista's mouth, and as she had her back to Jade, she didn't see his eyes change from gold to blue. The colour of the Soul Gem. A bad sign.