Soul Forger Novels & Stories

With a great roar the weapon Frederick called Forge descended upon the imposter! "Please! Wait! I know where-" the imposter pleaded, trying to trade information for her life. In her fear she had forgotten that this wasn't her real body, and she wouldn't truly die. Yes, her soul would be injured, but it wouldn't be enough to kill her. "Silence! It's too late to plead. Your sins are unpardonable!" Frederick seethed, not stopping his hammer. As that large shadow fell upon her, the Imposter heard Frederick declare,

And by any chance, dragons became hostile towards humans, they would also fight them. That night Clement died at the hands of her sister when he tried to choke one of her children to death. She saw red, she saved her child, but she couldn’t save her brother. After finishing off all the deranged wolves, a deity appeared in front of Clarisse. She said, her name was Shea and wants to give her a gift. A gift of ever-growing strength and fast reflexes that would result in a powerful heir whose power overshadows all creatures and could destroy them if pushing them to the edge.

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.”

“Kael touched you once, and you carry the imprint of it like a brand. That's not a normal bond response.” “I didn’t choose it,” I repeated. “But it’s real. They all felt it.” His jaw clenched. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” He finally opened the box. Inside was a small obsidian dagger. Ornate, ancient, and glowing faintly along the blade. I took a step back. “This is a Soul-Cleaver,” he said calmly. “Forged during the old wars. Cuts the soul-bond thread between mates. Kills the connection without killing the person.”

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

I was getting more attention from mom and the entire household. "But how am I just supposed to erase all our memories together?" "The good times we spent together..." "How I'm I supposed to empty my memories with Jerry?" "Is it easy to get rid of your first love's memory?" "Jerry is not just my first love. He was going to be my husband, "I said Lydia intercepted again, "but he has just turned into an ex-boyfriend, not a husband." "I guess he was just fooling you, Lexy." "This time, I'll walk with you; I'll be right there when it all happens, to stop bad guys like Jerry from wasting you," said Lydia sarcastically.

They were beautiful, but it would be more beautiful if Syne appeared. Unfortunately, she wasn't the one who appeared. "I don't think Syne loved butterflies," The voice added, still not showing his face. "Who is he?" I asked Fermine. "You told us Syne loved butterflies!" Via added. "Are you kidding us?" "I think it's more of Uriel since he usually turned the souls into butterflies before they reincarnate," The voice explained. His voice is baritone and I can say it is full of sarcasm. "Who are you?" Via pulled out his knife even though I knew we were nothing against them. "Where is my brother?"

I chuckle at that because that is true. “But you didn’t.” I say, and she chuckles, shaking her head. “No, but I nearly did. For thousands of years, I was soulless like the seas, then you came along and you didn’t give up on me. You helped me grow and even thorough everything we are still standing. I love you Carter. For I am not soulless anymore.” Tears leave my eyes at her words. Queen Asteria, the first siren, was as soulless and as ruthless as the seas. My mate, my love, my little siren. Together for all eternity, and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us together.

"Listen, lightbulb, we don't want to weaponize it. We want to make sure the universe doesn't turn into a giant ice cube. Just hand over the keys." "Keys are a mortal concept," the Architect replied dismissively. "The Forge operates on a standard older than your Genesis Coin. It does not accept capital. It does not accept debt. It requires an equity swap. To ignite the Forge, you must feed it the very essence of your conceptual soul. You must surrender your memories, your attachments, your identity, to become the neutral gear of creation."

But deep down, I always felt like I didn't deserve any of this. How could someone like me—cast aside, forced to wash dishes to survive, and nearly trafficked to bear children for strangers—ever be good enough for Miles, who was a promising young researcher? But the funny thing was, even though I no longer remembered him, I couldn't help but fall for him again the moment I set my eyes on him. However, I finally saw the truth once those memories returned. He was the reason why I was in such a state! And now, he hadn't brought me back to make amends. He had only brought me back because he needed a test subject for the artificial kidney project.