Soul Engine Apocalypse Novels & Stories

Those monsters were now finally coming to attack human civilization. My plan was to use the towers to kill them, capture their soul, and finally conjure a undead soldier. I wouldn't be resurrecting them in the traditional sense, but rather creating something new, something monstrous and powerful. An army of undead soldiers, fueled by the rage and hatred of a thousand fallen beasts. [Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.

Handwriting from twelve years ago — the strokes heavier than they were now, the flourishes drawn wide and loose, like someone who wasn't afraid of wasting paper. I turned to page twelve. A layout diagram of the bunker. Seven bunks, one incubation unit, the storeroom at the end of the hallway, the concrete-sealed door nearly two feet thick. In the bottom right corner of the diagram, a note in my own handwriting: "The apocalypse has to feel real. Push the heat up, make the water filthy — let the audience practically smell it. Rotate the insiders every season, keep one genuinely unwitting participant — protects the ratings." After "genuinely unwitting," there was a note in parentheses. Just one

- Gravity Endurance Training: Extreme mana pressure tempers and hardens the soul over time. - Weapon Resonance: Synchronizing with your bonded weapon increases spiritual compatibility and authority. - Soul Crystal Absorption: Absorbs Soul Crystals to rapidly nourish your Soul Core. {Warning: Soul Crystal absorption induces a temporary Soul Ascension state, during which your consciousness will enter an Illusion Realm to undergo spiritual tempering. Your physical body will remain defenseless until the process is complete. Consume Soul Crystals only in secure locations or under trusted protection. Failure during the trial may result in soul damage, prolonged unconsciousness, or death.}

As the dials spun, tiny drops of fresh, hot liquid sprayed from the center of each axle, trickling down the face of the arch in thin, red lines. "It’s not just a power engine," I said, my voice barely audible over the mechanical hum of the spire. I raised my hand, the blackened iron key hot between my fingers, glowing in dark harmony with the socket. "This was the Council's original vault of souls. They didn't just drain the Reliquary in the south—they channeled the life force of every conquered territory straight into this core to keep the mountain suspended." "And when the Council fell, the blood supply stopped," Killian growled, his right hand tightening on the grip of his broadsword unti

ultimate dream—a Genesis without a soul. "Who... who is he?" Silas wheezed, his gold-and-sapphire skin pulsing with a frantic, protective radiance. "He is the 'Stabilized Draft', Silas," the Lead Engineer explained, leaning against a vat of liquid gold. "The original Kaelen was too 'Unmapped'. He had too much of his mother's shadow and too much of your heresy. This version... he is 'Pure Potential'. He is the 'Base Template' we are going to use for the global rollout."

Everything was going well until something unexpected happened. A skyforge placed in a world ravaged by war and death tried to do collect more energy to revitalize the planet, but it couldn't give anything in return, so it gave away the next best thing: souls. The souls began to infect the forges of countless planets and began to twist them. Before anyone could react, those worlds started to wither and die. When every living organism was gone, the skyforge transferred the souls to the next one like a virus. When it reached our version, countless souls poured into the crust of the planet, but they didn't destroy the world. Instead, a marvelous sight occurred.

I asked Luka, who was still trying to find the best escape route for us. "They're the soulless. The forgotten beings couldn't make it to Jehovah's heaven or Lucifer's hell. They're searching for a soul; if they capture you, they will take yours. Once their death smog touches your body, your flesh will begin to melt off your body into a gooey puddle. You'll lose control of your entire body, and they will capture you, stealing your soul, leaving you to walk the abyss of Tartarus, wondering until you find a soul to steal." Luka pins me with his gaze before turning away. "We will go down that path." He remarks, pointing towards a path that leads directly to the largest of the lava rivers.

—bone-and-iron automatons that moved with a jerky, terrifying precision. "They're targeting the twins' resonance!" Runa screamed, her daggers carving through the iron-marrow of a sentinel. In the center of the necropolis lay the Engine of Souls. It was a massive, rotating sphere of liquid-silver light—the captured spirits of our people. The sphere was held in place by four "Entropy-Anchors" made of the same starlight-iron as our Spire. "BREAK THE ANCHORS!" I roared. But as I lunged for the first anchor, Chronos-Prime appeared before me. He didn't use a blade; he used a Memory-Lance. He drove the weapon into my chest, not to kill me, but to show me the weight of the thousand years of the grav

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they