Soul Forger Novels & Stories

Each step took me further from the world above and closer to something that called to the deepest parts of my cursed soul. And then I saw it. The Soulforge. It was a living furnace, a heart carved from the world's bone and crystal, thrumming with the rhythm of countless souls bound together in purpose. The chamber that housed it stretched beyond what my eyes could measure, its ceiling lost in shadows that moved with their own intelligence. Crystalline formations jutted from the walls like frozen screams, each one pulsing with inner light that matched the rhythm of my heartbeat. The air itself shimmered with power, thick as honey, sweet as wine, bitter as regret.

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.”

I wiped a tear that had spilled from my eye, to think Seth was dead and I didn’t know all this time “No, I can’t” Desperation began to eat at me “How can you not fix him?!, you’re from the undershadows, can’t you use your shadow magic to bond him or something?” I asked. “No Gary! I can’t fix his soul! he will need a soul-keeper for that and that I am not!” “Out of curiosity here, what happens if a soul cracks completely?”

"I have to. I've worked too hard getting the Mystical Explosive Orb to reach full saturation. There's no way I'm throwing away this opportunity. If I succeed, I'll finally be free. No more being shipped from place to place, treated like a tool by those bastards." It was just as he'd suspected. Felix had guessed that her real motivation behind reforging her soul was freedom. It seemed that she wouldn't be a problem for him. "Well then, best of luck. I should head home," he said. The movements of the Ancient Sage were unpredictable. Felix couldn't stay on the road forever. It was time to return home, to be with his mother and wife. After all, the Star Alliance's tournament was only two months

The blood moon festival was a celebration of the shadow clan’s revenge on werewolves after a pack of werewolves attacked the three monks and stole the spirit sword. I kept looking out the window as he drove until he turned on the radio and “lovely day” by Bill Withers started playing. I grinned and looked at him, then we sang along. In the 17 years I was with the Chesterfields, Mr. Chesterfield never smiled at me in the manner Henry Luther was smiling as we sang. That was all I needed to know that he was my actual father. The road to his house was lonely and seemed deserted. The house itself was a small bungalow painted with bright colors and was dark when we walked inside.

“You are a great killer. You deserve to join. Put the weapons down. Take a blood test. Give your soul to your soul. Live forever and know the ecstasy of endless struggle. Who was the soul, Ragnar wondered. The name was strangely unfamiliar and frightening. Why did his followers seek allegiance from Ragnar? It really doesn't matter.

Sora smiled coldly, leaving the area with an aura of satisfaction. I touched the stones with my fingertips, hearing the desperate screams of the trapped souls. I closed my eyes, connecting with them. A thin fracture formed in my mind, allowing me to feel each captured soul. Carefully, I opened one of the stones, releasing the souls. They nodded in gratitude before disappearing. I smirked slightly, realizing there was a way to free the souls without the dark guardians noticing. I needed to be cautious, releasing them little by little to weaken the dominion of the dark forces.

The Dragon Order Sect leader laughed at that: "Do you think we could stop them? And why should we? Forrest deserves to die, so why not get rid of such a scourge? And as for you, once these Great Wronged Souls get their revenge, you won't have any peace either." The girl's hand was already reaching toward Forrest. Forrest tried to use his magic to resist, but the little boy clung to him, leaving him completely unable to move. "Ah!" A chilling scream. Not only was his neck being strangled, but other vengeful spirits were biting him. It looked like they were tearing at his body, but in reality, they were tearing at his soul. When the soul is truly bitten, if one can endure the pain and survive,

The forge’s heart pulses, its walls alive with runes that sing of forgotten wars, their heat like a fever against my skin. We enter, the guardians carrying Cassia, Maddox’s shadows guarding our rear, Sylvara’s aura weaving a faint ward. The forge is a labyrinth of stone and starlight, its air thick with the scent of molten metal and ancient sorrow. At its center stands the guardian—a construct of light and shadow, its form fluid, eyes like twin moons, a mirror to my own. Its voice is a chorus, resonant, cutting through my soul. “Convergence, bridge of realms, you seek the blade. Prove your worth, or perish.”

"Forgive me, but I have trust issues." "I don't blame you, our father..." "That man was not my father," I choke in anger as I pat her down. "A father doesn't call his child a freak and try to kill them their entire life. I'll be the father I wished I had to those babies and no one will stop me." I don't find anything on her and go in her arms. "I'm not going to hurt you," she says in a soothing whisper, rubbing my back.