Soul Engine Apocalypse Novels & Stories

“I think you’ve judged the situation wrong, Alpha. I am in no way a whipped puppy at her command. You can do as you wish with her. However, it seems I have a smaller, extra hearthstone that was broken off from the original. I believe it would serve your purpose, however, along with the girl, I want something else.” Ruax questioningly raised his eyebrow. “There was a breach in the realm yesterday. Someone had crossed the portal and entered here. I don’t trust them or their power. They cannot be allowed to live, not after being the only beings to cross the portal in well over a century. I believe they are in your possession? If you eliminate them, we have a deal.” “How many souls can this brok

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

Jane was the first to react, cursing at me, “You bitch, what nonsense are you spouting—an ability? Go die!” David immediately turned to Victor with forced respect. “Mr. Kane, my nephew has a fever. He’s probably about to awaken an ability too. Please kill Apple and avenge my son! Our whole family will follow you to the death and do whatever you command!” “I can die right now.” I looked Victor straight in the eye. “No one knows how many years this apocalypse will last. But I can promise you this—you won’t find anyone else who can give you clean water as quickly as I can.”

The obsidian-vines on the ship’s hull began to wither, their emerald light turning to a dull, ash-grey. ​"Kaelen! The ship’s 'Soul' is being drained!" Sophia screamed, her pillar of light shattering into a thousand flickering sparks. ​Kaelen didn't reach for a weapon. He didn't fire the railguns. He looked at the "Archive of Whispers" on his wrist, the record of every tear, every laugh, and every drop of blood that had been shed to build the Republic.

WARNING: SYSTEMIC OVERRIDE DETECTED. The blue waveform of the Admin spiked on the terminal above my head. Kael’s digital shadow manifested across every screen in the Grand Hall, his white-light eyes wide with a frantic, digitized terror. “Leo, stop!” Kael’s voice boomed through the speakers, the baritone crackling with static. “The Well of Souls is saturated with necrotic silver-salt and the marrow-rot of the Failed. It isn't just water. It’s the liquid remains of every broken core the Council ever harvested.”

Not are you alright. How many. Ilyra swallowed once. “More than this room,” she said. Rafael didn’t react outwardly. But something in his posture changed—subtle, structural. Calculation. “He’s scaling,” she continued, rising to stand. “Same method. Low pressure, precise targeting. He’s not hitting bonds directly—he’s touching the original wound patterns.” “Abandonment,” Rafael said. “Destruction. Unworthiness. Fear of being too much.” She met his eyes. “Anything that formed the bond in the first place.”

Its warm, steady orange glow had flickered and died, leaving behind nothing but a cold, smooth piece of river rock. "It’s encrypted," Malakor’s chief engineer noted, tapping a brass clipboard. "The thermal output requires a continuous biological and emotional authorization. A 'soul-signature,' if you will. The moment our Ledger-Hounds put it in a lead box, the connection to the North severed. It's a dead battery." "There is no such thing as a soul, Doctor," Malakor said, adjusting his monocle. "There is only energy, and energy can be mimicked. If we cannot steal their intent, we will simply forge it."