Soul Dungeon Novels & Stories

He some how lost more coloring in is face at my calm words “Ground Spears!” I shouted angrily punching up into the air. The soldiers that surrounded us were now high up on the points of the spears with blood gushing and dripping down the jagged rocks, more groans and moans of pain filling the air which was tainted with the scent of blood. “Soul Snatch!” I ripped the wispy soul out of the body, and he looked terrified. “Soul’s Doom!” Just like before, a white demon charged right at him and shredded his soul to many little pieces. The spears disappeared a moment later, and I was encircled by bodies.

Malleteagan’s POV We are slowly but surely advancing down through ill-dimmed, sewer-like channels that separate Oribus from Damnarynth, the next circle of Wengarthria. Now I understand why they call it the way they do. It is a damn labyrinth, although I was told that it got its name from all the damned souls that are built within it. This level of Wengarthria seems like an underworld maze. It is laid out so complexly that it almost reminds of a large underworld ant heap. Ghouls of lost souls loitering around, screeching and beginning for mercy. Arachnoid warriors are protruding and attacking us left, right and centre as we advance through stinky swamp sewage of Damnarynth that reaches my wai

She told him that she was the one who loved him most in the world. Barely four years old, wide-eyed, and full of trust, Dennis walked over to me. For a moment, I thought he might offer some comfort, some love. Instead, he gave me a clumsy shove. “Worth... worthless!” he stuttered. He then turned to his grandmother, looking up at her with bright, eager eyes, clearly hoping for praise.

"Are you willing to accept your fate so easily?" I only gave him a blank look, so he continued, "I'll let you in on a secret, human: Duskarra must claim your life in some way, for the life you took from it. You had the nerve to ask where I would kill you." Therefore, as a representative of the immortal world, I have the choice of either killing you like a pig or allowing you to cross the wall and spend the rest of your life in Duskarra.” I was confused. “What?” He said slowly, as if I were truly as dumb as a swine, "You can either die tonight or give your life to Duskarra by forsaking the human realm and living in it forever."

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

I carefully open my eyes, and gasp as I take in my surroundings. I'm in a dark and dingy room. One little lamp in the corner and nothing else. It's dirty and stinks like urine. It plays at my overly sensitive stomach. I look down and see a number of fresh bruises coating me... what? I'm naked! Shit!! A large steel door swings open with a bang, and in walks none other than Soul. He must be here to take my soul! He gives an evil grin at me, throwing and catching a shiny silver gun.

He held my hand as I looked in his eyes. “I know… they eventually will, though I’ve tightened the security. We’ll know if they try to invade.” He sighed taking me away from Elinor’s room. We walked in the office where he sat me down. The reel whirred and I saw the familiar face. “The soul sorcerer has 5 tiers. Poseidon, Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Hades.” Zeus began talking. “All are---” I managed to speak when Arthur intercepted.

They grabbed the straps that connected to the pods, holding them over their shoulders and dragging them away. Where were they going? “This is the hard part,” Luna Sianna replied, finally. No kidding. “Listen carefully. Find the Duskreed River,” Luna Sianna mentioned. “It’s a celestial current that they cast the soul into to send it to the Netherworld. Valen cannot reach that river, you hear me?” I didn’t respond because none of that helped. It’s not like she sent me down here with a road map. Worst pep talk ever. Where would I even start?

"My Lord, some prisoners are trying to escape." "I know it." Yeah, I can feel the dungeon for the souls who have devoted themselves to me, the prison has opened. Ten of them started crawling up, they wanted freedom. "Let us do it." Heather volunteered his. This Rhince Legion, he is ready with his ghost army. While I shook my head. "Let me solve this problem." I said firmly. At that very moment. The cursed souls appeared from the side of the castle, to be more precise they emerged from a well overgrown with wild roots. Because it is the connecting road between the soul prison and the castle gate.

Soul Extraction Soul Extraction was an ability that was not best explained by its title. Rather than extracting the soul of a target, what Soul Extraction did was to allow an Asura to inherit the power and will of those they killed. The person didn’t have to be fully dead either; as long as their hearts were crushed, the Asura would inherit everything. Some speculated that this was the reason why Asuras were generally insane, for it was no easy feat to see the lives and heart of every person one killed and still be normal.