Soul Crushing Novels & Stories

His jaw clenched like stone and the muscles in his shoulders trembled as he held back the storm that had been crushing his soul for far too long. “They…” Lennon's voice cracked between a growl and a bitter laugh. “…had the audacity to do this to me.” Lennon pressed his fingers to his forehead and massaged it roughly, as if he could rip out the agony spinning inside his skull. The problem had crushed him so deeply that he felt he had hit rock bottom. Lennon’s mouth clamped shut. His teeth chattered with restrained fury. “They have truly disgraced me.”

My soul mocked my stupid heart. **********************************

Each word was like a poisoned needle, stabbing deep into his broken soul. When he heard Mystic Vale threaten Amelia with his broken soul, and heard Amelia's suppressed grief and trembling, he used all the soul power he had left to try to scream, to try to stop them. But the runes of the Soul-Binding Jade Cage suppressed his spiritual meridians, his throat gripped as if by invisible hands. No matter how he struggled, he could not make a sound, forced to watch helplessly, enduring a torment in his heart a thousand times worse than soul shattering.

Following the suppression of such pain, Fane also started to understand the waves of soul power lashing out on his body. It turned out that the wind blowing toward his body was not wind. In fact, they were soul-shockwaves formed by the coagulation of souls. These soul-shockwaves were not aggressive and seemed to be formed by the gathering of actual souls. He could even feel the last wails of these souls to the world before they physically perished. “Let go of me! I don’t want to die!” “You b*stard! You filthy, worthless *sshole! I’ve groomed you with so much care throughout the years, and you repay me by betraying me! You even killed me!”

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

“Take my soul! Possess me, give me the power I need to destroy him! Make me unstoppable.” For a heartbeat, everything fell silent. Then, with a sudden and violent jolt, Olivine's body convulsed, his spine bending at an unnatural angle, and a guttural scream ripped from his throat as the transformation began.

They became an invisible, colossal hand of fate, squeezing the very life from my soul. Just as I was about to suffocate under these false accusations, from the deepest part of the sanctuary, a roar that shook the very foundations of the soul erupted, carrying with it the ancient fury of the oceans.

“But your love… your love feels like a cage. It’s suffocating. It’s destroying my soul. It’s stressing me the fuck out.” I shook, tears spilling freely now. “You… you bastard. How… how could you…?” My voice cracked, broken, trembling with pain. My world had just shattered in front of me, and there was no coming back from this.

He thought it had been lost to time, extinct, or destroyed during the war between Elves and humans but here it was, with his despicable nephew. The Soul Crucible was no ordinary artifact. It was a soul-forged furnace created by the Earth Spirit himself, capable of incinerating spirits, demons, even celestial beings into absolute nothingness. It erased their essence completely, severing them from the cycle of reincarnation. To be cast into the Crucible was to cease to exist. Forever.

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################