Soul Forger Novels & Stories

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…”

His flailing feet smacked into Alfos belly but the man didn't budge. "You fucking want to pretend?" He barked, a red glow appearing on his face. "I saw you leaving the royal coffers which makes me assume you took Dracolian's gold! Who did you buy with it? Rodrik?" "Is it...possible to buy the one that sees our souls? The one that can hear and see who the god of bond had paired?" He gave a quaky laugh that grated Alfos' ears. "You should've brain, beta. Something of such is impossible. It's an insult to assume I bought old Rodrik, the first soulgazer of Abbator to do my bidding,"

The clone of the man was effective on its objective to lose its pursuers as it was already in the front of the formation of the buffer. Its body glowed in the darkness of space in an ever eternal shade of murkiness as it also prepared to counter the spell released by the goddess towards the man's true body. The clone waved his left hand as he muttered. "Soul art, Subterfuge of the Trickster" the clone then whitened in radiance as its soul was emitting power towards the incoming attack of the goddess. This was definitely not possible for a mere clone to contain the kind of prodigious soul power it was displaying at this instance.

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

He asked, Derora gave him a sour look, it was impossible, "That can't happen Marxis, it’s a soul bond, I thought you wiser than that to try that route with me" she replied, He gave her a brief sardonic smile and unrolled the parchment, and true to his words the dark ink that represented deroras’ soul was fading. She looked at him in horror, for if the ink faded away, derora would cease to exist as she were, her identity, personality, what made derora her would fade away, and what would be left was a fleshy husk, pliable to do the bidding of whatever being fast enough to bind her mortal form to its service,

He held my hand as I looked in his eyes. “I know… they eventually will, though I’ve tightened the security. We’ll know if they try to invade.” He sighed taking me away from Elinor’s room. We walked in the office where he sat me down. The reel whirred and I saw the familiar face. “The soul sorcerer has 5 tiers. Poseidon, Hera, Hestia, Demeter, Hades.” Zeus began talking. “All are---” I managed to speak when Arthur intercepted.

One of them was being unemotional and he couldn't care less if it made him someone with a heart of stone. But the self-betrayal of the nine-month time span displayed the result on him. He broke his own theory of living and his traitor mind caused him to hope, wish, and anticipate. He became numb when nine month's desires, aspirations, and expectations were crushed in just one event. His face was still hard and stoic but inside he was breaking. The impact of the big loss hit him like the fiery breath of a dragon. His heart was shattering in the tiniest pieces.