Novel & Cerita Soul Forger

"I offered you gold. Something you craved yet you could never show or use, something worthless. I offered protection for your tasks alone, no more, no less. My part of the bargain is fulfilled. If you want women, as you claimed, they come and go, you have no need of me there. Wine them to the excess and then they are yours. Those who come to the Godly world are paid for such pleasures anyway." "He-he will find out..." Zuberi's fear-stricken whisper only enhanced the slimy grin. "And who's fault is that?" Zuberi blanched. "The impious Soul screams: I burn; I am ablaze; I know not what to cry or do; wretched me, I am devoured by all the ills that compass me about; alack, poor me, I neither see

We complete each other, yet we are incomplete. Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be there for each other, I promise to remember every word, every feeling, and every smile of yours.

"I can do this all day." Keeping quiet the man screamed as Summer continued breaking his fingers one by one each time making it much more painful than the last. "Want to try that?" Reggie asked as Summer broke the man's only remaining finger. "That?" Summer asked looking at Reggie questioningly. "The new zapper." Reggie responded grinning.

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe

Some are from my parents, Joanna but most of them are from Ezra and he has said only one thing in voicemails and texts is that he is sorry and he can explain. I clicked on his name and typed " I am not ready, I will listen when I am ready." And send it to him. I am not yet strong, if I face him now then I will easily forgive him and accept everything he says and does. I want to be just me, Just Fay Moore, not Ezra's Bestfriend or sidekick.

After she had ran away from the pack, she didn’t expect to run so far into the territory of the Blood Moon pack. ‘It’s just my luck’ She frowned. What would she do if Blake agreed to the trade? She would have to return to her pack. She would have to continue being his doormat and he could continue being the arrogant, narcissist devil that she thought him to be. Alas, she had no other way out. Ruax had gotten a meeting arranged for that very evening. He was excited as a child, he could not wait to get his hands on that little stone. The hearthstone was usually acquired by huge packs as it would be used as a way to punish souls who did them wrong. They would trap the soul into the stone and it

This novel is a work of fiction. Names, story, places and events are products of the author's creativity or are used fictionally. Any similitude to actual events or locales or individuals, living or dead, is totally coincidental. First of all I must appreciate this app for providing me the platform, there I can pen down and I can write my imaginations. I wanted to say, what is in your destiny you will find it anyway. Sometimes things seem against us and against our desires and everything seems out of orbit, but afterwards we realize why was it like that. Everything happens for a reason. We just need to understand and have patience.

His mother was a mistress that mysteriously died from an unfortunate accident; his stepmother despised him and never wanted to see his face; her stepsister thought him just like a parasite and never wanted to play with him, and his father only to talk to him when he was needed. On one faithful day, Edgar Brownfur presented Engram with a powerful rune sword called the soul eater that enabled its master to devour souls of the dead creatures inside the weapon and then summon the soul as the sword minions. The more souls it devoured the stronger the sword would become. “From now on, you won't feel lonely anymore, because the souls of the dead will keep you a company.” His father said. Engram fel

The tongue of the maid had been collected for insidious purposes as well. The Overlord, Jackson Forger, was a man who craved power in its rawest, most vile form. He was not content with the strength and control he already wielded; he sought more, always more. The rituals he performed in the dead of night were not mere performances of dark magic but acts of pure, unadulterated evil. The blood, the organs, the sacrifices—each element was meticulously chosen for its significance in his twisted pursuit of dominance.

As I reached the middle of the book, my motion halted. “The Soul?” I read the title at the top of the paper. “The soul is a spell which is mostly used to trap Lycan’s soul deep inside so they would lose their power. But, in rare cases of mixed-born, the spell can be used to trap both souls. Separated the two souls and made their power extremely weak. If the spell is performed on one who had been cursed before, it would crack the spell and free the soul.” My jaw dropped. “There is such a strong spell! Wow.”