Soul Dungeon Novels & Stories

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

"Papa will be fine; soon we will release Mother, right?" "But I haven't found a potential buyer for Aurel," Aditya answered, looking desperate. "I'm sure someone will buy it later; we just need to be patient," Aurel tried to convince Aditya. "hmmmm okay" Keysha had just finished her bathing ritual, and she was still wearing her bathrobe. "I'll call mom and dad right now," Keysha said. She also dialed Sinta's number. "Hello mahh," Keysha said after the call was connected.

Lilim smiles. - All those who lie dead on the ground, creatures that should belong to the Moon Goddess, but who gave their souls to hell, I will take with me. Their dead flesh will be food for me and my sisters. All who are still alive and walk towards your pack, as they die, I will take them with me to hell, with the same end. Regardless of how long one of them is alive, as they die, their crop and soul belong to hell. Especially this creature that is trapped there. - she points to Dimon - When he dies, his flesh and soul belong to me and my sisters. None of them will have a chance of being forgiven by your Goddess. That's the price I charge to go back to hell. If you choose not to accept i

And he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had met her before. --- The tension in the air was thick as Kael sat in the royal war library, surrounded by ancient scrolls. He flipped through them, desperately searching for answers, but all he found were warnings. The Soul-Oath was a dangerous thing. It amplified memories, heightened emotions, and bound the souls of those who shared it. He didn’t care about the warnings. He needed to understand why he kept dreaming of her, why her name felt so familiar. Selene. The door creaked open, and Captain Lynox stepped inside, his expression unreadable.

--- The basement was smaller than Ilyra had imagined from the outside. She had observed sanctuaries before — catalogued their locations, noted their ward signatures, reported their approximate occupancy to people who used the information to plan sweeps. She had understood them, structurally, as spaces of resistance. Warm light, chosen proximity, the dead zones that formed when bonds were maintained in community. She had never been inside one. The reality of it landed differently than the data had.

He raised his sickle, and the indigo-black silk began to Engulf the Room. It wasn't a physical attack; it was a Spiritual Leeching. The "Shroud" was playing back the "Extraction of the First Luna," but it was channeling the drain directly into my soul. I felt my "Too Much" energy being pulled from my marrow by a million invisible needles, my fire being "Siphoned" into the sarcophagus to power the very machine that was trying to kill me. "You are not a rebel, Darlene," the Shroud-Lord stated, his static-eyes fixing on mine. "You are just the Latest Refill".

ariel:- how can dungeon kill that many people are idiots why they go inside and how the greed of one magic item let all this suicide. old man:- that not happen in greed but whenever dungeon appears it comes with the epidemic, which kills that many people and this dungeon rise 200 years ago and until now many people try but they failed to capture it, some people like you trying to capture the dungeon for a selfish and greedy reason and play the price with their life. ariel:- don't look at me my reason is not selfish at all it might be arrogant or foolish but it can never be selfish. old man:- okay now listen, I don't know about way but I know it is somewhere at a desert place called mati.

That’s when he’d run into trouble. Their descent hadn’t exactly been uneventful either, Andrew could testify to that. Halfway down the shaft they spotted a figure above, standing and looking down at them... yet not really looking, because how could you look when your eyes were healed over? He’d begun following them anyway. At first they’d thought it was the Sleepers who’d broken through the locked double-doors, but then Jackson recognised his comrade hanging there—mask gone now, re-animated by the virus that was all around them. ‘Shit: Coleman.’ His voice echoed up the shaft and seemed to urge the man on, as he leapt into the shaft—though not onto the ladder. He seemed to be able to stick to

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

ariel:- how can dungeon kill that many people are idiots why they go inside and how the greed of one magic item let all this suicide. old man:- that not happen in greed but whenever dungeon appears it comes with the epidemic, which kills that many people and this dungeon rise 200 years ago and until now many people try but they failed to capture it, some people like you trying to capture the dungeon for a selfish and greedy reason and play the price with their life. ariel:- don't look at me my reason is not selfish at all it might be arrogant or foolish but it can never be selfish. old man:- okay now listen, I don't know about way but I know it is somewhere at a desert place called mati.