Soul Edge Soulcalibur Novels & Stories

Suddenly, six Soul Energy Balls emerged above her head, leaving James baffled. “This...” Morgott’s eyes widened. “How do you have so many souls...” James waved his hand to interrupt Morgott. Then, he chuckled, “Herais Tai Chi, Yin-Yang Tai Chi, Sappho Tai Chi, each one has a soul. Where’s yours?” Yehria was taken aback but did not retort. Instead, she conjured up another massive Soul Energy Ball above her head. “Wow!” Morgott’s eyes gleamed. “It’s actually possible to play it this way.”

My fate was sealed—and they would make sure I never forgot it. So much so, that when a moan escaped my lips, Pavel resumed his movements, sending another shockwave into my soaked core. The force of it knocked the breath out of me. Alexei didn’t hesitate, following suit and filling me at the same time. My body tensed, caught between two storms—one fierce, the other lethally controlled. They moved in sync, an inhuman rhythm that dragged me past the brink of sanity as they took me, touching every inch of my exposed skin.

Due to my ability to recognize the connection between these pairs, I was the only one to know what this meant, the only one to see the Soulmate Covenant at work after it fell dormant in the late 1600s. The first ability is that those who are connected have been seen to be nearly inseparable. This connection is more than just newfound love. These companions are opposites in every way. One may be quick to anger; the other may be a calm in a sea of adversity. One may be strategic; the other may be impulsive. One may be King; the other may be the servant. These connections are pervasive from every soulmated pair found to date. They are opposites, but each brings something valuable to the table.

"Think about it, the name Kopis is ancient Greece for a knife and it's no coincidence that your name..." "... Is Blade." I finished for her as I began thinking about it. "If this is in anyway true, that means I'm cursed." "Yeah!" She said. "You are." My heart crashed as somehow, I had been hoping that this bloodlust thing would go away and I could try to have a normal life again.

His tongued lolled out of his mouth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He turned on his heels and exited the room. Not without handing his Glock to the guard who did a double take at the now dead body hanging from the chain. If Marcelli wouldn’t bend the rules, he would. With that thought echoing in his mind, he walked out of GREZZO’s doors. Later, he requested to know his Mark’s name. Leon. Leon Wyder, they’d told him. The names. They were his trophies. ******************************

"Don't say, Seza. I'll say it for you. Hande, I'm very excited, what am I going to do. Look, I told you, okay?" Seza looked at him with a confused expression while trying to catch up with Hande with quick steps. "I can't believe it, how did you know?" As Hande's smile grew, she spoke in a serious voice. "You know, I'm a Scorpio and I have strong feelings. I'm also very smart. That's how I know." When Seza realized that Hande was making fun of her and fell again, she was walking and talking while looking in a distorted way.

"That's impossible! Cordelia was fine. How could she be dead? Tell me where she is, or I'll kill you!" Tobias' eyes were bloodshot, his scent indicating he was spiraling toward a complete loss of control. Matthew arrived and managed to stabilize him at the last second.

Alexei's fingers closed around my wrist, not to stop me but to turn my attention to the blade he had finally pulled free, wrapped now in cloth soaked through with black fluid that should not have come from any wound this fresh. "Soul Eater," he said. "I have only heard of it in old warnings, never seen it used. It does not poison the blood. It poisons the space between heartbeats. Silver flame heals flesh. This is not flesh anymore." "Then what stops it?" "I do not know if anything does."

For the handle, he took a piece of frozen wood and infused it with his flame before modeling it with his Ax into a crude pair or grips, he didn't have any form of glue but was pleasantly surprised that his fire made the whole thing hold in one piece. The final product ended being an ugly pitch-black shortsword with light-blue energy similar to souls in agony coming from its blade. When he took it to examine it further, he got a notification: [Item created!]: [Death infused sword.] Attack +3 Dexterity +2 Agility +1 Passive effect: [Soul reaper]: The Death infused sword automatically collects the souls killed by its blade to strengthening itself. Its master will absorb part of the spiritual fo

Wilbur sent the man holding the sword stumbling backward with a punch as a long, silver sword appeared in his hand, which he then swung toward the Soul-Clutch Hand. The silvery sword was a weapon that Wilbur had conjured out of pure spirit energy. The Soul-Clutch Hand was also an attack that targeted the soul. It could be said that this was a battle between spirit energy and the soul. Wilbur was going to go against a mid-tier spell that targeted the soul, using nothing but his powerful spirit energy. Just then, a thin sword appeared out of nowhere behind Wilbur to stab him in the hip. At the same time, Baz flew to his feet and charged toward Wilbur.