Soul Engine Apocalypse Novels & Stories

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

she declared. The orb shot forward, piercing into Danial’s chest. His body convulsed as the divine energy invaded his core. It wasn’t painful — it was suffocating. His own energy screamed in rejection, colliding violently with Astrape’s divine power. Just when it felt like his soul would be torn apart, a familiar mechanical voice echoed in his mind: “Forceful Soul Contract detected… Taking defensive measures.” A pulse of dark-gold light erupted from within Danial’s body. The divine energy shattered like glass.

“Ugh. You are all giving me a headache!” “Love…” I replied. "Is that how love works?" "Kill Vlad and reincarnate him as soon as possible, duh!" Via was already annoyed. “But, my brother will still be reincarnated as a vampire or human, right? So, it’s still forbidden. Must be the reason why she’s still fighting for their love because she doesn’t want to lose him forever,” I added. “To begin with, we reincarnate souls ...” Azrael flicked his finger and just like that we stood near a church. I recognized the church in our town and it was burning with fire. Is this my vision? Is this real?

If she were to be reborn before the apocalypse, she would blow her brains out after killing her entire family. If she met a dashing hero, she would kill him in his sleep and eat his crystal to gain his powers. Which sane person will suffer the apocalypse all the way through ? once in her life is more than enough. She is amazed at the tenacity of these heroes Every time she read these novels. It must be said at this point, Yanlong is a hypocrite. She stole and learnt all lower level blueprints for the after apocalypse technology. Why can she steal? She’s a low level clerk, who is bound to the building she is in.

The black sands of the new island were hot beneath Elena’s boots, a reminder that the world below was still raw and bleeding. She stood at the center of the sisters, the "Pentad" now a circle of war. "They’re coming for the 'Reclamation' app," Mina’s voice finally broke through the static, sounding clearer than it had in weeks. She was hacking through a relay in a submerged Northwood bunker in the Azores. "Elena, that app isn't just a tool. It’s a P2P Soul-Network. Every person who woke up from the Seventh’s green light is now a node. You’re not just leading an army; you’re leading a collective consciousness that is currently experiencing a massive 'Withdrawal' from Silas’s order."

Once the sun rose, the horrible heatwave would spread across the Earth. "Will I really be able to make it until help arrives?" I mumbled to myself. Even though I had informed my family about this the first minute I was reborn, I wondered if they had enough time to hoard provisions in one day. Everyone was still able to survive with air conditioning at the beginning of the heat apocalypse because there was still water and electricity. However, all electronic equipment stopped working after a week, and every drop of water had evaporated because of the high heat. Once that happened, it became hell on Earth!

With a roar that shattered the remaining windows on the block, he launched them straight up into the toxic, burning rain. They flew against the falling debris, a streak of chaotic silver-gold energy ascending into the apocalypse. Caleb punched directly through the shattered, glowing green hull of the inverted pyramid, landing heavily in the central server sanctum. The room was a massive, cavernous sphere of shifting, corrupted data-lines. Gravity was failing, causing massive chunks of obsidian glass and server racks to float aimlessly. And in the center of the chaos, the surviving Synthetic Gods were desperately trying to save their core.