Soul Edge Soulcalibur Novels & Stories

<><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul' It's an LGBT genre's lesbian love story. Many don't like this genre, so you can happily avoid this book. And the rest are welcome to this world. I hope you all will be witnesses to a pure love story. The story belongs to my dreamland. If anything from this book matched anyone's life that's totally coincident. The medical information and others are there will be from my research and only for making the story more attractive. Once again thanks to everyone for choosing my book to read.

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.

However, there was no answer for him. Boom! A wave of violent power erupted. Adrian didn’t relent in his assault. After all, Edgar had insisted on challenging him to a life-and-death duel. Therefore, Adrian saw no reason to hold back. The Soul Devouring Sword transformed into countless streaks of energy, each one piercing through Edgar’s body. "Aahhh!!" Edgar’s scream filled the air as he felt his strength rapidly slipping away. Desperately, he roared, “No! I won’t die like this!”

¤ Sacral Chakra - [ 55+ ] ¤ Solar Plexus Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Heart Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Throat Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Third Eye Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Crown Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Element Affinity - Earth [100] , Fire [10] , Water [32] ==Sentient Weapon== [Atlas] ==Soul-Armas== (Weapon): [Flame Trident], [Mayhem Saber], [Grieving Ebony Hunting Bow] (Armour): [Slither-Hide] ==Soul Radix== [Grade-1 Soul-Radix - (CLONE‌ DRIFT)- Gives the user the ability to pull out two clones at once. Users can switch positions with both of these clones an unlimited number of times and also share conscience with both of them. These clones would have 40-50% of the user's strength and skills and will live for 2 days. The time interval t

“Kael touched you once, and you carry the imprint of it like a brand. That's not a normal bond response.” “I didn’t choose it,” I repeated. “But it’s real. They all felt it.” His jaw clenched. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” He finally opened the box. Inside was a small obsidian dagger. Ornate, ancient, and glowing faintly along the blade. I took a step back. “This is a Soul-Cleaver,” he said calmly. “Forged during the old wars. Cuts the soul-bond thread between mates. Kills the connection without killing the person.”

8Th Level Earth Realm! Sarong gripped his saber with utmost concentration. Although he could feel his body being filled with strength from the blessing of Reaper’s Edge, he didn’t dare lose his focus. He and Sharon were vastly different. Not just in terms of character, but in their fighting styles as well. Actually, it was their characters that fueled their fighting styles.

"I need a weapon!" She darted toward the wide, granite- countered Island. Like she had always kept a chopping knife out; she slid her fingers around the rubber grip, appalled by how much her hands shook. That was when she saw a shape in the window over the sink, a reflection. She whipped around, a cry breaking from her lips.

Fetching out a tumbler, he brought a bottle of whiskey and filled half glass for himself. He took a sip just as his phone dinged and he brought it out to see that he has been credited, he dropped the phone and took another sip but the ringtone started blaring and he picked up the phone again to see an unknown caller. Answering it, he heard from the other end, “El Diablo, can we see tonight? I have a business proposal for you.”

He meant to grab a shirt to put on her so Edward could do a proper exam, however, he wasn't expecting the sight that lay before him. He hadn't noticed it in the car because it was too dark, but now in his illuminated bedroom he easily took in all the white and black marks marring Summer's porcelain skin. On her right arm lay a tattoo of a Serpent that wrapped its way around her forearm and up along her bicep with its head ending just above her collarbone. Littered around the tattoo were white scars that looked to be from something cutting her delicate skin again and again. Her other arm that didn't have any tattoos covering it sported the same scars.

As Naraja finished his first introduction with an awkward knead, he brought attention to the back of his neck towards the person, Nai, whom he was starting to have this strong peculiar feeling of; love, surge up inside of him again. Nai: “Ummmm.. sure, s~uure, so yeah my name is Nai and don’t get too anxious about that moment,..earlier it was actually quite cute he~he, but anyway we are your comrades: Saint Teresa Of Avila, John Of The Cross, and Anima….sh~eee actually has an interesting particular ability that I like to call if I remember correctly, h~mm, Maladaptive Day-Dreaming and oh ye~aah she’s also deaf/mute or something like that, but anyway then there’s Eli, but you have to always