Soul Edge Soulcalibur Novels & Stories

The battle ended quickly, Boro won by KO in five moves, hitting Jun with the flat of his blade using a form of Boro's own creation, one that he called Sword Saints Dull Edge; it was a move to hurt, not kill. Mika won his duel too by the barest of margins. Boro suspected that Mika had paid off most of the students who he thought would be willing to throw the fight but it was just his guess. But watching his fight gave Boro an uneasy feeling, Mika had shown some skill Boro had never seen before.

Now, they were in par. “I know you don’t have a chance against me,” the Soulwaker said, “I don’t really know what’s your grudge, but I don’t wanna kill you either. For some reasons, something is stopping me from doing so.” “Really? Or are you just joking? Soulwakers don’t have emotions, don’t be ridiculous.” “So as you,” Xiao countered, which silenced Eula for a very moment, “I know you have emotions. You’re not entirely like the others. We’re somewhat the same.”

He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground “Three days from now a metal vein will appear at this spot, weapons forged from it will be capable of killing them.” He added with a smile, he then pointed the finger at Amelia and another drop of god-blood flew from it and landed on her forehead before assimilating into her body and then her soul. Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body.

I rolled my eyes and looked away, still searching the crowd for Kelly. This was ridiculous. And then I heard the referee call out the name of the next person who was supposedly fighting. "Swift Fist!" he announced with dramatic flair. The crowd went absolutely wild. I chuckled cynically to myself. "Swift Fist? What a completely lame name." These underground fighting names were always so over the top and ridiculous. But when I turned my attention back toward the ring to see who this "Swift Fist" character was, my eyes widened in absolute shock. My heart literally stopped beating for a moment.

Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth. There was a scar on his lower back, mirroring the one I had from my surgery.

Bound by the Soul-Oath, bound by duty, and bound by the ghosts of their past. --- The afternoon sun was high when the final match of the tournament began. The crowd roared as two soldiers faced off, their swords raised in a show of strength. But as the battle raged on, Selene felt a disturbance in the air—a shift in Kael’s energy that tugged at her like a magnetic force.

Donna added one more thing, her tone grave, "All of S-tier Malevolent Phantoms build our defenses entirely with soul energy. You've clashed with Specter twice now—you should know this already. "So, if your wife ever charged straight at one of us, those terrifying, nearly impenetrable defenses we rely on would shatter like cheap glass in front of her. Hollow Soul breaks right through."

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

After Sylvio arranged a defensive formation, his soul immediately entered The Spirit Cage. Once a soul reached Overlord Realm, it could enter and exit The Spirit Cage at will and without restrictions. As Leila's longest-lived and most knowledgeable person, Sylvio knew The Spirit Cage very well. In fact, The Spirit Cage was not a virtual world, but a weapon of primal chaos. The inside of the weapon was a world of its own: where only the soul could enter to increase its soul power quickly.