Soul Forger Novels & Stories

he said, and with that, I had the strength to forge ahead, promising myself that only one of us would survive, and that would be me. I stood tall, my muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash the fury within me. My fur bristled, and my claws extended, gleaming in the pale moonlight. Fredrick emerged, his massive frame imposing and his amber eyes burning with an unfathomable hunger for power. He was a mad wolf. I could see it now.

“Too powerful for whoever created this to leave unchecked. The figurine isn’t just a curse—it’s a leash. And if we don’t sever that connection, it’ll only tighten as she grows.” The ritual to destroy it had been unlike anything I’d ever witnessed. Toya and Jordyn had worked tirelessly, their combined knowledge of ancient magic culminating in a spell that burned brighter than the darkest night. When the figurine shattered, it wasn’t just an object breaking—it was the release of something ancient and sinister, a weight lifting off our entire territory. And just like that, Amethyst was free. Life had a way of filling the empty spaces left by fear and grief. Meadowood began to flourish again, it

He opened it quickly, flipping through page after page until his fingers froze. "There," he said, holding it out. Veyra read aloud. "The Soul Gates. Forbidden magic. Built with blood, fueled by devotion. They do not open to this world. They open to the Beyond. And from them will step the Forgotten Ones, gods made of hunger and bone, cast away before time began." Jon swallowed hard. "It goes on. The strongest of them—Asvaris. The Unmade King. Said to have once ruled both life and death. Banished by the Moon Goddess herself."

The one who had been cast out by the other gods for trying to destroy everything. The one who was known only as… The Forgotten. And as the voice faded, the crystal cracked.

Tools forged for one purpose: killing immortals. The Fang Breakers—blades designed to shatter vampire fangs, rendering them mortal. Serpent Venom Vials—my own venom, concentrated, weaponized. One drop could paralyze an alpha for hours. A vampire? Would burn from the inside. The Heartseeker Chains—spelled silver, blessed in blood, designed to bind even the oldest creatures long enough to destroy them. And finally—I hesitated, hand hovering over the last case—the Soulbreaker. A dagger that didn't just kill the body. It destroyed the essence. Erased existence. Made it like you'd never been.

Kael’s voice rang out, cutting through the whispers, “a Soul-Oath will be forged between myself and an enemy Omega. It will bind our lives, our souls, for peace.” The council members froze. A hushed silence fell over the room as the weight of his words settled in. The Soul-Oath was forbidden, a bond that could not be undone once forged. It meant shared pain, shared life, shared death. “No!” One of the councilors, Lord Orlin, stood, his face pale with disbelief. “Your Highness, you cannot—” “I can,” Kael interrupted, his voice as sharp as a blade. “This is the only way. To stop the bloodshed, to end the endless wars. This is the price of peace.”

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

At least, he had to go and say hi to everyone. After getting up and drying his clothes, David walked out of his place of seclusion. The Spirit Cage, Amber City. Sylvio had been selecting elixirs to make medicine to restore the soul. The treasures in The Spirit Cage were all helpful to the soul as this was a place for soul training. However, the effects varied, so Sylvio's requirements for the elixir would be much higher. After all, he needed to restore the soul of an Overlord. This was different from the time that Elora collected treasures from the eight major cities.

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.