Soul Engine Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Ronan muttered. “Don’t get too comfortable,” Ara cut in, voice heavy. They all stopped and looked at her. Ara stood at the edge of the trees, eyes fixed on the red numbers still ticking in her vision. “We didn’t stop Ramsdale Hawkins,” she said quietly. “He has the authorization. Based on my last timeline… the apocalypse begins in exactly seven days.”

Soul Extraction Soul Extraction was an ability that was not best explained by its title. Rather than extracting the soul of a target, what Soul Extraction did was to allow an Asura to inherit the power and will of those they killed. The person didn’t have to be fully dead either; as long as their hearts were crushed, the Asura would inherit everything. Some speculated that this was the reason why Asuras were generally insane, for it was no easy feat to see the lives and heart of every person one killed and still be normal.

"The 'Genesis' engines you activated are powerful, but they are 'Legacy Hardware.' They require a specific frequency of 'Emotional Energy' to keep the atmosphere stable. Without a continuous feed of 'Soul-Data,' the gold sky will collapse, and the Earth will return to a vacuum within sixty minutes." "You're holding the very air hostage?" Silas growled, his shadow-blades flickering at his wrists. They weren't made of pixels now; they were made of a dark, obsidian-like metal that hummed with a lethal resonance. "Business is business, Mr. Sentry," the Director said. "The 'Soul-Tax' is simple. To keep the sky active for another twenty-four hours, the Syndicate requires the 'Total De-Fragmenting'

If I find you, I’ll leave myself, in you somewhere there is my shore. You alone are what I remember. O' my SOUL... _______________________ Since the time I have passed through your door, I have started to laugh freely, You are the most precious gift from God... O' my SOUL... _______________________ The prayers of the heart went beyond the sky, It was then that I got you, O' my SOUL... _______________________ I found my SOUL in you. My world doesn’t exist beyond your arms, keep me here only,

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.

“You were born with a soul. They were not. The problem is, that version is also highly defective for other reasons.” “This,” he explains, “Is where I am hoping to grow version 3. We need them to be vessels that are ready for souls, but with just enough soul of their own to not be craving every soul they pass. We can’t have a city full of soulless people draining other people until they are soulless.” “That…that would be like making a zombie apocalypse only instead of eating brains they eat your aura,” I realized out loud. “Why are there so many children in that room if you knew that it didn’t work? Why did you keep on doing it?”

For a second, Wilbur did feel like he was about to die. His spirit energy had been drained, and even his powerful soul had not been able to withstand the attack of the deathly power. His soul began to disintegrate, his consciousness fading. At the last, most critical second, a voice rang about in his soul. "The soul is under attack. Summon the power of the Divine Dependent." A golden flame lit up on the Soul Tree. The power of death was quickly forced to retreat in the face of these golden flames, burning out completely without a trace.

His grip on the ritual wavered. The dark symbols flickered wildly. Some shattered completely. The worst of the tremors began to ease. The purple-black flames started to die down, though the earth still groaned in protest and distant screams continued to echo through the night. The apocalypse had been halted — not purely by force, but because I had struck the one crack in his armored heart. Marcus let out a broken, agonized sob that seemed to come from the depths of his shattered soul. “She… she was everything…”