Soul Forger Novels & Stories

Those monsters were now finally coming to attack human civilization. My plan was to use the towers to kill them, capture their soul, and finally conjure a undead soldier. I wouldn't be resurrecting them in the traditional sense, but rather creating something new, something monstrous and powerful. An army of undead soldiers, fueled by the rage and hatred of a thousand fallen beasts. [Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls

I'm not finished with them. My soul is damned and the woman who I can't forget has already forsaken me. Now I'm a malevolent phantom who will have his revenge and his pixie. I am the Damned Forsaken.

“Hundreds of years ago, when my cultivation was almost complete, I attempted to undergo a tribulation. However, I never expected to be targeted by my enemies. “In a direct fight, those scoundrels wouldn’t stand a chance. Thus, they came up with a despicable plan. They ambushed me while I was overcoming my tribulation to ascend. “In the end, they succeeded. The divine power of the heavenly thunder is not something humans can stop. After I was severely injured by the heavenly thunder, my strength was greatly reduced. They took the opportunity to kill me, leaving only this soul body to escape and survive until now. “All these years, my soul has been hiding in this Ten Thousand Tombs for three r

"What do you mean?" "There are different types of soul walkers, one who can only see souls, one who can see the birth and death of a soul, one who can guide a soul to its direction if lost or wondering. There are quite a few soul walkers, and they are old but very powerful and always in the shadows. You won't even find them if you search for them. Whereas a soul mage is one who can see the birth and death of a soul, locate one's soul, guide them, and manipulate them.

Dad was returning to the gym. I stopped working out and grabbed a towel to wipe away the sweat from my face. He was not alone; Uncle Lennox was with him as well. "How many push-ups have you done?" Uncle Lennox asked. I could sense sadness within him as he tried to lighten the mood, as he always does. At that moment, I knew Dad had told him about my cursed human soulmate. Dad trusted him. "500," I retorted. "You're dropping back," he told me. "I remembered you'd be doing almost 1,000."

I couldn’t handle it, and so I turned to forging to help yet no matter how much I tried I couldn’t find myself to be dedicated enough. The unsatisfactory comments of my grandfather stuck with me as a reminder and I found consolation in such suffering. That was when I decided to take up his dream; forging a divine weapon. It was in that moment I found him; the devil. Somehow, it felt as though he had always been watching on my shoulder, eating an apple with a smirk on his face—waiting. He gave me what I searched for, in exchange of my soul. It seemed like such a hefty price at first but the more I kept living the more I stopped caring.

She touched her bare feet to the earth and the ground bloomed with white flowers that faded just as quickly. “He will not forgive you,” a voice came from behind her. Gravelly. Ancient. It belonged to the Seer of the Forgotten Vale, a spirit who had wandered the realms of both wolves and witches long before kingdoms rose and fell. “I do not need his forgiveness,” the Goddess said, her voice like wind passing through glass. “Only his survival.” “You’re trading one apocalypse for another.” She didn’t look back. “He was born of light and shadow. Both live within him. If the shadow consumes him... then perhaps it is what the world deserves.”

"Homer, this is the Soul Crusher Edge. I'll give you one last chance. Surrender total control, or I'll pierce your soul and obliterate you!" Homer didn't flinch. Instead, he smirked. "Go ahead. Show me how powerful your Soul Crusher Edge really is." "You asked for it!" Sylas bellowed and hurled the Soul Crusher Edge forward. He had to destroy Homer's soul for disrupting his plan. Killing him would cost Sylas a bit of his own soul, but he had no alternatives. Once Homer was gone, he needed to escape quickly. Otherwise, the puppet would be trapped in this dimension.

“So if I make her hear… her past, again and again…” “…her soul will start to crack. And she’ll lose the line between memory and reality. She’ll be weak. Too weak to stand—let alone fight you.” I nodded slowly. “Tell me how.” The creature whispered something—ancient words I didn’t understand, but they burned into my chest. Then it said, “Come to the border of the Third Knot when the moon peaks. There, you will plant the Soulbreaker Echo. And when Mina steps into that path…”