Soul Forger Novels & Stories

It was as if he was nothing but a stranger. He might have been part of my childhood growing up, but now, he was no longer the Finnie whom I knew. He was just Finnegan Churchill, nothing more. "Keep going," he ordered. I was just about to lift my legs when the pain got so bad that I couldn't help but fall backward. While falling down, I quickly grabbed onto the steps beneath me as ferociously as I could. I never even noticed that I'd dislocated or broken at least half of all my fingers.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

When it spoke, its voice was layered — thousands of tones speaking in perfect unison. “Why do you descend?” The reapers froze. The sound wasn’t heard so much as felt, vibrating through bone and thought alike. Veyra stepped forward, keeping her tone steady. “We seek the ones who stirred you.” “The Soulbound.” “Yes,” she said cautiously. “You know them.” The figure tilted its head. “Know? I remember them.” The walls trembled, and golden veins flared brighter. Soreth’s grip on his weapon tightened. “Where are they?” Veyra demanded.

[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 required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend

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

"I can't have a coward for a son. I won't." "Are you kicking me out?" I wiped the blood from my lip. "No." He stayed facing the glass. "I'm fixing you. There is a place for boys who aren't ready to be men. It's called The Forge." "The Forge?" My stomach dropped. "I've heard stories about that place, Dad. That place is a cage. They break people who come there." "Exactly." He turned back. His face was a mask; there was no love, no pity, just ice. "They break the weak parts so the strong parts can grow. You are leaving tonight."

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.

(means Spiritual). While version one has just ended, version two is immediately aired under the 120-decibel-voice of the Sponger tribe's chief - Fong ge, a stockbroker from the company downstairs. Her nickname is a combination of the movie “High kick”, because of the motto “where there's food, there's me” and the personality can not be more manly. To talk about her rapping skill, even Eminem has to bow down, so it is just impossible to recall verbatim, briefly, about five years ago, in a stormy day, there was a girl whose umbrella was blown away, came to this clinic by heaven's fate. Since then, with inexplicable ability to attract customers, she has revived a building that was never golden

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."