Soul Burning Novels & Stories

“But this alone is... Im… Im… impossible… “ Dryad’s uncle muttered. . . . The flaming domed form was still huge as the pressure and temperature slowly enveloped the vines that held the Egregious being same as the now molten ground. The Egregious being struggled trying to break off the vines to move away from the endangered positions. “It all ends here.” Randall said. “You think?” the Egregious being questioned trying hard to hide its pains from Randall, “the vines trying to hold me down will totally burnt off by your flames sooner or later. After it does, I will kill every last one of—”

CHAPTER 76: WITH RELATION TO THE DEVIL ZAHRA'S POV The fire crackled softly in the corner of the room, casting a warm glow on the nearby furniture. I lay on the couch in Dashiell's estate, my limbs heavy with weakness. The familiar scent of the leather seats mixed with the faint smell of ginseng still emitting from my clothes. I traced a finger along the bandage on my forehead, my thoughts drifting back to Davina pinning me against the altar stone, and her vile perverted touches. The disgusting way she spoke, and the feeling of her tongue trailing up my neck, still haunted me.

K holds her head, “Oh girl, you really are in trouble! The curse of the soul ties probably befalls on you, that’s why you can’t get over him!” Art enters the conversation again, “So what? There’s a term bisexual, in case you forgot, ladies. Interested in both men and women,” Art insists on his idiotic speculations. But my heart and mind just can’t take it. “I know for sure, my body knows that Dmitri is damn straight!” “No!” I scream, “He can’t be! One heartbreak is my quota for the day. I can’t have anyone breaking my heart again!” I proclaim.

The whole place was burning, and the tears in my eyes vanished as soon as they hit the air. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming for help. I didn't owe Caleb anything anymore—not in this lifetime. He left with Brianna. I quickly covered my mouth and nose, struggling to hoist Phyllis onto my back. It took everything I had, and my stomach twisted with pain as I tried to keep myself from collapsing. Caleb's child was inside me, and his mother was on my back. I stood there, surrounded by flames, hearing their voices echo in the distance.

The demonic shadow squeezed Carol’s soul and cast a spell as fast as she could. Dorothy’s arrow contained supremely secret power. The flame of Nirvana would never cease until the soul was destroyed. The demonic shadow had a goal—to turn Carol into a scapegoat. Boom! Carol had already received severe injuries, and at that moment, her soul was also shackled and sent before the flame of Nirvana. Before she could curse, she was consumed by that terrifying flame. After her soul was destroyed, the flame of Nirvana ceased. With her trick, the demonic shadow deceived Dorothy’s flame of Nirvana.

“Live, even if it kills me.” Then she turned to face the hunters. Selene watched, helpless, as her mother was cut down beneath the bleeding moon. But worse… far worse… was what happened next. The council leader pulled out a vial of black fire and poured it over the body. > “Let her soul burn. The Moonborn must remain trapped. The child is nothing without her.” Selene screamed, fists pounding against the vision. But her mother’s soul didn’t burn. It split. Half of it went into the earth.

“They recognize you.” “Not me,” Veyra said. “What I carry.” She glanced at the faint gold still lingering beneath her skin, where the Vein’s mark had burned her. The Choir’s song shifted — now words were forming, fragmented and distorted, but clear enough to grasp. The current remembers. The Soulbound stirs. The cycle breaks. The sound pressed against her skull until her knees almost buckled. She forced herself upright, her voice cutting through the rising resonance. “Where is she?”

“Haha, boy, you have no idea of the hellhound’s real power. That fire will scorch your soul. Let’s see how you handle this.” Flames surged toward Adrian, targeting his very soul. For the first time, he felt a slight weakening as the fire burned into his soul energy. A hint of surprise crossed his eyes. He hadn’t expected the hellhound to have this kind of power. The burn was unpleasant, leaving him momentarily shaken.

Chu Xun slowly raised his hand, and his divine soul, which wanted to escape, was caught. A spurt of purple flames rose from Chu Xun's palm and wrapped around the other party's divine soul instantly. "Ah..." A miserable scream sounded like the weeping of ghosts, making the bodies of the others go cold. His divine soul did not have any defensive strength. If it was burned by the flames, it would definitely suffer a lot. Even if he managed to escape, he would never forget this pain in his next life. Bu Shilong and the others had been scared to wet their pants.

She convulsed around it, squeezing herself with her arms as she struggled to make sense of what was happening while simultaneously trying to stop the pain, the pain, from ripping her open. But it wasn’t hers. The terrible burning—it came from something deeper than her own flesh, from somewhere in the recesses of her soul. It was coming from— “Kai!”