Soul Forger Novels & Stories

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.

He stood seven feet tall now, his once-elegant shadow-form encased in a suit of interlocking plates, rusted bone, and glowing green vents. "Classification: Bio-Hazard," Silas droned. His voice was a hollow echo of the man who had kissed me in the grey grass. "Direct order from the Pre-Script: Purge the Anomaly." --- ## Chapter 54: The Forge of Broken Echoes The chamber we were in—the **Forge of Souls**—was a nightmare of industrial divinity. Imagine a cathedral built inside the engine of a star. Massive, horizontal gears the size of cities turned slowly above us, their teeth gnashing together with a rhythmic *thrum-clack* that felt like a heartbeat.

“So you mean… you aren’t human? Then you’re a robot? What about the Soulwaker? What is it?” “Yes, I am not a human. I am a cyborg-robot. My body is made everything with steel but I am wholly covered with a synthetic skin. A Soulwaker is a cyborg-robot living organism with a different human soul. Your mother explained how she spent her life just to completely and successfully program a Soulwaker; and this time, it’s almost complete but it wasn’t perfect yet and might have some complications. Cyborgs have their own souls, but once a trigger happens, the souls will be switched from one parallel universe to another. They’d be completely living with different bodies as soon as the completion happ

This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most. I turned my attention to the soul who was already whaling in desperate pain. The black stick substance looked like it was sucking on something. That was when I saw that the substance had created a heart and merged it to the soul only to suck it down so the soul would feel the agony of hurt and human pains. I don't know but I kinda liked what was happening and I could feel myself changing into demon form again. The same demon form which pain had turned me into in my room.

"I suppose it is. Soulstone was formed from the souls of thousands perhaps, all fossilized centuries ago when the gods themselves roamed the earth and walked among us in various guises. It can only be found in the realms that were eventually given over to the Daemons as they rose, and accessible only by those who rule those lands." "How come you're such an expert on all of this Bartholomew?" Adam asked suspiciously, clearly unnerved by the composition of the soulstone. "Spend enough years in this place and eventually you'll have read enough books enough times to be able to answer most questions with a degree of certainty," Bartholomew chuckled, "It also helps to have spent a lot of time with

The Fates would not allow it and because it was my power that she used to create her living puppets, I was held responsible for rectifying the mess. When a shell carrying two souls is penetrated by the blade, it removes the soul which does not belong, and stores it until the soul is returned to the underworld. Until now I have tried to avoid such a violent end for these warriors, and I believe most of them will chose paradise over the alternative, but Alcmene… she is as stubborn and vengeful as they come. “How are you doing Soph dear” I ask her as she walks beside Zaine. My eyes flick briefly to the sleeve of her jumper and the outline of the tip of the dagger is visible just below her elbow

But tonight, none of that mattered. As I went closer to the bar, my fears kept pulling me back, but no! I grabbed the bottle. "Johnny Walker," the label read. With a twisted grin, I uncapped it and placed it against my lips. I didn’t sip. I gulped. I kept drinking until a sharp pain tore through my chest. I gasped, pressing a hand against my ribs. But then, I laughed again—because Michael Finsch was a disgusting bastard, and I was an even bigger fool.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.