Soul Forger Novels & Stories

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.

Fernando said, looking confident. "Do you have a way of curing my son completely?" Angus asked in surprise. "Of course. It's a piece of cake. Vacant Soul syndrome is a very normal occurrence for geomancers like me," Fernando said, looking rather triumphant. "In your opinion, is there anything I should prepare?" Angus asked anxiously. "Since his soul has gone off, we must make it return to its rightful position. Therefore, we only need a few of the clothes that your son usually wears, after which we'll burn incense and a charm. This will let your son recover fully," Fernando said, chuckling.

He thought it had been lost to time, extinct, or destroyed during the war between Elves and humans but here it was, with his despicable nephew. The Soul Crucible was no ordinary artifact. It was a soul-forged furnace created by the Earth Spirit himself, capable of incinerating spirits, demons, even celestial beings into absolute nothingness. It erased their essence completely, severing them from the cycle of reincarnation. To be cast into the Crucible was to cease to exist. Forever.

Devours me. This isn't mere obsession. It’s not some whim. It’s her. Our fated mate. Mine. My brothers’. The soul that has belonged to us since before this life. There’s something about her that pulls at me mercilessly. Something primal. Instinctive. Savage. I couldn’t just sit still and wait for fate to correct its mistake. So I did what I do best: I tracked her. I found her address. I infiltrated her apartment. I became her shadow. Her silent observer.