Soul Edge Soulcalibur Novels & Stories

Calista says to her when she smirks and turns to face Bethany again. “You asked for this.” I watch as a dark smoky substance leaves her finger tips and slithers up her arms and wraps her in its clutches. A hand on my shoulder pulls me back. “Watch her. She isn’t the Goddess of Hell for nothing.” Calista whispers in my ear and I watch. “What is that?” I ask, pointing at the smoky substance.

"The 'Soul Storm' is the powerful soul secret skill of the offensive technique, but it also contains illusions and Increase techniques!" "Soul storm, a total of three moves!" "The first move is called 'Soul Wind Blade', which is a killing skill! It is a spirit energy that can form a wind blade-like energy and attack the opponent's soul! When you practice the move, you can turn into a wind blade, kill people, and stay thousands of miles away! When you practice it at a higher level, you can form a hurricane, which is earth-shattering! And then you can destroy all the mountains and rivers within ten thousand miles with a thought!"

​The air in the sub-vault lobby was thick with the smell of ozone and the heavy, metallic scent of suppressed aggression. Elena stood her ground, her boots planted firmly on the cold concrete. In her left hand, she clutched the Legacy Drive, the pulsating green cube that held the only surviving shards of her mother’s soul. In her right, she held a short-blade, the edge humming with a molecular vibration that could cut through reinforced steel.

Every trained fighter here could leap higher, hit harder and react faster than any human who wasn’t blessed. But past that… things got strange. A few, through either sheer will or breaking point moments, awakened their stage 2, Soul Arts; these are only accessible when awakened, and they call for you. These were as unique as fingerprints, shaped by the user’s nature, dreams and deepest desires. One fighter might summon storms; another might turn shadows into weapons. A few believe that there is a 3rd stage, but it has not been proven or known by most. Tanaka flicked his wrist; the pink card appeared between his fingers, ready for Ringo's next attack, but Ringo was already grinning wide.

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

Vanessa's eyes instantly bulged with fury, and she lunged at me to hit me. "Miles Lawson, if you have a problem, take it out on me. Don't drag innocent people into this!" Her brave-for-love act made me laugh. I looked at her with something close to pity. "Do you know that Caleb contacted me at the first opportunity to apologize? He said he had nothing to do with you, didn't know you had done something so foolish, and hoped you would receive the punishment you deserved and never contact him again." "You're lying!" Vanessa roared with a livid face.

I screamed as he pounced, pinning me to the ground with a snarl. "Sage, stop! Please, what is happening to you?" I begged, struggling against his grip. But he was beyond reason, his wolf instincts taking over. His claws dug deeper into my wrist, and I screamed in agony. "Sage, please! You're hurting me!" I cried, tears streaming down my face as my vision began to blur. But he just growled, his eyes wild and unrecognisable. His wolf eyes burned with pure intensity, one that sent shivers running down my spine.

No way in hell was I not going to take offense to him calling me that even if he didn't outright say it. I wasn't really pissed about the fact that he lied to me about the number of items he slipped into the bleached guy's pocket or that he doesn't trust me but the fact that he insulted my character by calling me a blabbermouth was vexing. I wouldn't be in the position I was now by being loose-lipped, then he would have found out that I had gone back to do a thorough check-up on Dickson - though bleached guy suited him better - after we had initially left and found out he had also slipped in EULS device which the master had ordered me to leave.

"I will never let you take over. If you want my body, kill me first." In the heart of a dark dimension, Sylas' spectral form seethed with frustration. He hadn't expected Homer's soul to be this resilient. Even imprisoned, Homer refused to yield. And with Sylas short on time, he could only manipulate Homer's left hand, which Landon had already stopped. Realizing this, Sylas roared. Dark energy surged, forming countless tendrils that merged into a sharp blade aimed at Homer. "Homer, this is the Soul Crusher Edge. I'll give you one last chance. Surrender total control, or I'll pierce your soul and obliterate you!"

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################