Soul Forger Novels & Stories

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.

"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

I am afraid of my demons wanting to sling her on my shoulders and take her back to the penthouse and show her how much I missed her but the small and sane part of me hissed at me to keep my ugly parts and demons away from her and the beautiful moments we are breathing in. Fay Moore is the only one who encourages that sane part of me to grow big and pushes away the demons lurking in front.

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

lady receptionist turned to sculptured man sitting on that sofa. "In the cars back, " he gave his car keys to the worker. "Go bring his baggages inside the hotel, " she ordered the worker. The employee went out to collect the bags and the receptionist got busy writing something on the register. Rakesh seeps into his thoughts and eagerly waiting for the morning so he can get a room. This solitude and await both were making this freezing cold much intense for him. He was lost in his thoughts and looking at the beauty icon standing behind the counter. His thoughts lead him to another aspect of thinking like the creator of the human is the greatest artist the way he sculptured this beautiful you