Soul Forger Novels & Stories

32 — Lorak He kept the vials in a case that had once held a musical instrument. Velvet-lined, latched with brass fittings that had gone green at the edges from handling. It had belonged to someone before him — he'd found it at an estate sale twenty years ago, before he'd known what he would become, before the order had found him and named the thing he could do and given it a framework and a purpose and a salary and a set of rituals that made the harm feel procedural.

Their light was blending into mine, forming a rainbow of emerald-crimson-gold that was pushing back against the indigo dark. "Darlene, the frequency... it’s reading as Spiritual Autonomy!" Leo’s voice rang out, his indigo runes turning a brilliant, celestial sapphire. My son was suspended in the air, his hands moving through the silver-grey neurons as if he were playing a cosmic harp. "The Soul is the Hard-Drive of the Scorned! To break the 106th layer, you have to prove that your soul is Un-Scriptable!". From the center of the white-hot sphere, a figure manifested.

"After losing Kozlov." "He's rumored to be more vicious than the last one," my father continued. "And he will want revenge for what Jameson did to the organization." I nodded slowly, absorbing this. A new threat. A more dangerous one. "How soon?" "Weeks. Maybe less," Papa said. "Which brings me to what I need to ask you." He leaned back, studying me with an intensity that made me feel like a specimen under glass. "Are you fully healed, Catarina?"

Perhaps only a God can tear the space open. “There were four Demigods who entered the royal tomb with me that day. I had killed three of them, but Archie had gotten away. I was able to kill three Demigods in a row, relying on the fact that those soldiers had depleted the majority of their vitality energy. The main purpose of the Souleater Grimoire was to assist me in learning the Bloody Spell. During the battle, I can absorb the vitality energy of others for my own use. It enabled me to eliminate them one by one.”

"The Divine Being, with the help of the dragons and a small group of humans who remained loyal to their world, fought valiantly against the Destroyer and its Tainted followers," the voice said. Darkness crept over the world, like a suffocating shroud. The Tainted emerged, their bodies twisting and contorting, elongating into grotesque, inhuman shapes. Wren's gaze fell upon one Tainted, its eight arms splayed out like a macabre spider. Each arm wielded a different instrument of war: a drum, its surface etched with ancient runes; a flute, its melody a haunting whisper; a harp, its strings vibrating with an otherworldly energy.

"Why do you say that? Do you want to hurt me? But you haven't succeeded! I love you. I've always loved you. And I don't care what you are, what your past is. I just love your existence. I just love what you are, I love you for being born into this world." Celeste lowered her eyes down and clenched her hands in her fists and said, "I've seen too much death and too much suffering. My soul is black and there is no room in it for love. My heart has long been destroyed. Do you want to love someone like me?" Still on his knees, he bent even lower and looking at her little feet, which were in old shoes, said, "Both in darkness and in daylight, among evil and good, among the living and dead, I love

I only knew this because my mom had told me about a forbidden spell that could be used when two Gods had a soul bond and one of the souls died or lost connection somehow. As soon as the soul lost connection someone would start up the forbidden spell causing the soul missing it's other half to leave the Gods body to go and search for the missing half. The soul would become lost searching forever for the connection it longs for. Unless I got lucky which was rare, I would be soulless forever. Someone could control me and I wouldn't be able to do nothing because I would be a shell of myself. Emotionless. The only solution is death. The two parts of me would reconnect. My life would be meaningles

Agent warned. He reached out and stole Frog's soul from where it was being held by the Fates. Because he held the soul of Frog's Innehavre, Agent found bypassing the safeguards of the Fates to be fairly easy. Then he was holding a white-hot star in his hand, a soul who had too long been held out of the cycle of reincarnation. He held out the other hand to Doll. "Give me the kit."

Still trying to find what they lost. Tania learned it since she was little. They, who slowly turned into evil creatures when they refused to cross the path into the afterlife. They would manifest into a black monster who feast on innocent souls. Some soul would remain lost, living in the grey dimension, the in-between. Some would turn evil. Some would be caught by the grim reaper, those who deliver souls into the underworld or to Heaven. “Sometimes we can help them,” John said, “sometimes we can’t.”

“Is this something worth getting so pleased over? Youʼre no more than a sword spirit that belonged to the Waitara Path at the moment.” “Iʼm not a sword spirit. Iʼm a soul spirit,” the demonic James replied unhurriedly, “The soul spirit is required for the awakening of my Soremsia. In fact, it is the most crucial part of the awakening.” “Which soul spirit are you?” James asked. The demonic James responded, “You got it wrong. Thereʼs only one soul spirit, and we are practically indestructible. “You wonʼt be able to kill me. Only the Nine Caeloros Gods could do that if they exited the Xyrisia Gate and came after me themselves.