Soul Cleanser Novels & Stories

He found her in a sealed chamber, on her knees, her entire body wracked with convulsions as the ancient crest pulsed with power designed to destroy their bond. "No," Myles said, his voice carrying a command that transcended physical sound. It resonated across spiritual dimensions, across timelines, across the fabric of existence itself. "Not this time. Not ever again." He moved into the chamber and shattered the display case that held the crest. The moment his bare hand touched the artifact, he felt the full weight of centuries of accumulated power. Curse upon curse. Obsession upon obsession. The weight of a soul-bond that had survived death itself repeatedly.

Meanwhile, Wallace finally came to. He stared blankly at the screen, at the vials exploding one after another, and his body gave out. "Everything… is ruined." Rage burned in his eyes. He charged toward Elijah, who was hiding in the corner, trying to make himself invisible. "You walking disaster! You're a godforsaken idiot! Why would you install pirated software that you bought online? Were you really that short on money? Look at the mess you made! Every single sample is destroyed! What are you going to use to pay for it?"

This sofa and this wine and this man and the city and her mother's letter in her bag and the sea glass on her kitchen counter where she had placed it when they came back from the coast, smooth and pale green and exactly the right weight in the hand. She reached over and picked it up. Turned it in her fingers. Put it back. Stayed where she was.

And somehow I want to be reincarnated, yet I don't have a soul so it's not possible. Before I could react, Michael appeared in front of us. "You go to hell, by means of that, you are going to disappear. Poof!" He gestured with a mocking smile. "Like you never existed." "Do you want to wipe us all, vampires?" He nodded. "I am working on erasing your existence and I am going to start with your clan." "Will it end if I kill myself?" "It won't. You have no soul," Syne replied from a distance. "You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you."

RUBIN'S POV “If only wishes can come true, I have one or two or maybe a few, And they're all about you. If only wishes can come true, I have a banquet of wishes, And they're all to flourish your life. A life well laid to wipe away tears from your eyes. A life filled to bring satisfaction to your soul. If there be any more wish, I will wish you the whole world, Just for you to find satisfaction in your soul.” Rubin's thought echoed as he scanned from his phone, up into space as if to reverse time~ as if yearning for a time loop to reset every moment which had passed. Just then, a figure caught his attention as he glanced out of the car's window.

"I want you to help me give it to them." Asher's heart gave an involuntary flip. "Present?" Sarah's red lips lifted into an evil grin. Pulling her clutch from its place on the table beside her she began to rummage through it until she found what she needed. She held a tiny packet filled with white powder out flashing it to a confused looking Asher. "Do you know what this is Asher?" She asked now. Asher slowly shook his head feigning ignorance. He had a vague idea, but he didn't want to say as he tried to give Sarah the benefit of the doubt. After all this was real life not some ridiculous TV drama. People didn't actually plot to drug people to get their way, right?

And I was washed away in a wave of Cazz so deep and pure, it threatened to steal my soul. ***** Soundtrack for the next chapter is “Rise Above it All” by UNSECRET and Mike Mains.

For a moment, the wasteland flickered, showing glimpses of what had been: rivers of light, souls flowing peacefully between worlds without fear, Reapers as guides, not enforcers. Then the vision collapsed back into dust. Avery’s voice trembled. “Why show me this? Why now?” The Pale One lifted a hand. The tether on her chest pulsed, bright enough to hurt. > Because you carry what they tried to erase. You are Soulbound — the last link to what I was. Her breath hitched. “I’m not—” > You are. The ground split beneath her, veins of gold and black light webbing outward. The Pale One’s cloak rippled, its edges dissolving into the wind.

But tonight, none of that mattered. As I went closer to the bar, my fears kept pulling me back, but no! I grabbed the bottle. "Johnny Walker," the label read. With a twisted grin, I uncapped it and placed it against my lips. I didn’t sip. I gulped. I kept drinking until a sharp pain tore through my chest. I gasped, pressing a hand against my ribs. But then, I laughed again—because Michael Finsch was a disgusting bastard, and I was an even bigger fool.