Romans & histoires Soul Dungeon

One night, he made enough food for a grand seven-course meal, consisting of burned, overcooked, dried-out, and even singed dishes that disintegrated upon a breath. He even tried being all romantic by bringing out the scented candles and lighting them up, instantly filling up the dining room with pungent smells. "Winnie…" he started, choking on the intensity of the smells. "Listen up! I like you, okay? I know why you didn't agree to go out with me, but… But you have to promise me something!" I looked at him in confusion. "You must promise to go out with me if there's a next life after death!" Hal said, sounding confident as he exclaimed in a loud voice.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.

"I knew you'd be fine!" I fixed a cold, steely gaze on him. "Are you disappointed that I'm not dead yet?" Miles let out a mocking chuckle, and the fake smile on his face twisted into something darker. "What exactly are you up to, Cassidy? Back then, we just thought that you—" "Yeah! You just thought that I was dead! Dare you tell everyone how I went through the surgery and nearly died?" I raised the microphone to my mouth and began recounting my encounters, from how I had my research findings stolen and the reason for my amnesia to how I had been forced to become a test subject for the artificial kidneys after they found me.

[Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend

I asked Luka, who was still trying to find the best escape route for us. "They're the soulless. The forgotten beings couldn't make it to Jehovah's heaven or Lucifer's hell. They're searching for a soul; if they capture you, they will take yours. Once their death smog touches your body, your flesh will begin to melt off your body into a gooey puddle. You'll lose control of your entire body, and they will capture you, stealing your soul, leaving you to walk the abyss of Tartarus, wondering until you find a soul to steal." Luka pins me with his gaze before turning away. "We will go down that path." He remarks, pointing towards a path that leads directly to the largest of the lava rivers.

“I think you’ve judged the situation wrong, Alpha. I am in no way a whipped puppy at her command. You can do as you wish with her. However, it seems I have a smaller, extra hearthstone that was broken off from the original. I believe it would serve your purpose, however, along with the girl, I want something else.” Ruax questioningly raised his eyebrow. “There was a breach in the realm yesterday. Someone had crossed the portal and entered here. I don’t trust them or their power. They cannot be allowed to live, not after being the only beings to cross the portal in well over a century. I believe they are in your possession? If you eliminate them, we have a deal.” “How many souls can this brok

Gently, he helps me to my feet. “Let’s go,” he says and piggybacks me out of the chamber. We reach the dungeon soon after. It is a distance away from Helios’ chamber and is located under the surface of the Morningstar land. The dungeon is dark, cold and deprived of sunlight. It is a living hell down here. We pass a few cells where prisoners of war and rogues are bound to the cavern walls by metal cords. Hellish faces grin at us from the shadows even as others beg for us to free them.

Xiao Dust looked at the Soul Mound and said coldly. "Interesting ..." Soul Mound grimly laughed, his arms spread, suddenly turned out a dozen black misty dead spirit puppets out, these dead spirit puppets, the same similar to the corpse puppets, no soul, no thought, in the world of man with the grievances of the power of the dead gas for life.

Carol instantly replied to him. " Yes my Lord!" "Throw Sicilia in the dungeon." With that, he cut the mind link. While Carol shivered. Dungeon. Very rare cases were thrown to the dungeon. That place was specifically made for vampires or the Rogues from Ezekiel's kingdom. But the thought of Sicilia being thrown there trembled his soul. Not only his but Neil's as well. While Gabriel glared at Neil's kneeling figure narrowing his eyes. "Get ready. Tomorrow yours and that woman's hell is starting." With that, he kicked Neil one last time making him fall on the floor groaning in pain.