Soul Forger Novels & Stories

I ask Matilda, smiling softly. Awww, is this true love? "I-i...I don't know." I stutter out. I quickly wore all my clothing on and sat on the floor thinking. What if he's our second chance soulmate? Matilda asks and shook my head in disbelief. "That can't be though. That's rare for any wolf to earn that." I explain. Which was all true in my world. Barely anyone can escape from their mates. Even if it's from force. I'm pretty sure we do, even after we have been through

I gasp because never in my wildest dreams did I imagine ever seeing this dagger in real life. I've read the stories in the history books and seen the drawings. But it's not the same as seeing it up close. Soul Destroyer is a dagger belonging to the Moon Goddess. It was given to Saven, the Witch Goddess, to aid in her quest to destroy a warlock named Vant, who plotted to overthrow Saven, destroy witches, and bring back his lost mate.

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most. I turned my attention to the soul who was already whaling in desperate pain. The black stick substance looked like it was sucking on something. That was when I saw that the substance had created a heart and merged it to the soul only to suck it down so the soul would feel the agony of hurt and human pains. I don't know but I kinda liked what was happening and I could feel myself changing into demon form again. The same demon form which pain had turned me into in my room.

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.

A Forsoul can be used to temporarily replace a sucked-out soul. Evil casters called Netherlords can completely suck out a soul and feed on it or trap it in a magically enchanted case. A completely sucked-out soul means instant death. A partially sucked-out soul gives its owner a little time before they give up the ghost. But if the partially sucked-out soul is replaced by a Forsoul, the individual can live for as long as the Netherlord allows him or her to. A Forsoul is linked to its creator. So, the creator of Bethany’s Forsoul has the power to sever the link and end the Forsoul’s sustenance.

Shaking my head, I add, “Unknowingly, I arrived here seeking answers, but it seems you only wish to hurt me with your cruel words.” His gaze flickers to the book in my hand, the pages worn and yellowed with age. “Open it. Innovar is a name for the creator. The one creature that made us all. The Soulmaker, Soulmender, and Soulkeeper are its descendants. There’s a chapter about the Soulkeeper, who is said to haunt the dreams of those cursed or carrying poison with them.”

“When blood moon swallows the dawn’s own fire, A Soul-Forge walks, born of desperate desire. Three lights must merge—the sun, the moon, the spark— To keep the Forge from drowning in the dark. Its power can mend the broken song of old, Or, in a greedy hand, make the world grow cold. A tool of creation, a vessel of theft, On the path it chooses, all futures are left.” The library was silent. The words hung in the dusty air. “A Soul-Forge,” I said. “That’s me. ‘Born of desperate desire.’ My mother’s desire for revenge. My desire to live.” “Sun, moon, and spark,” Neal said. “Noah. Me. You. Three lights.”

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.