Soul Forger Novels & Stories

This soul art manual was filled with soul techniques, and each one of them was marvelous art, it has many techniques. Soul Cultivation Technique - As the name suggests, one could cultivate his/her soul through this technique. Usually, alchemist, weapon refiners, and array masters cultivated their souls because they required strong divine sense strength and a strong soul means strong divine sense, and they need strong divine sense in their professions. Soul Controlling - You could control a person soul's with this technique, he will have to obey all your orders, in other terms, you could make a person your slave. Memory Altering Technique- This spell could alter or erase some specific memorie

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

"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

She was his fiance for almost a decade does the relationship seem no value to him? As she lay in bed, the memories flooded back - the fear, the pain, the violation. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to claw her way back to the surface. And the worst part was the lack of remorse in his eyes, the callous indifference to her suffering. It was as if he had no soul, no humanity left within him.

Someone who has nothing to do with her. “I may not have the money and power you have, but your soul is empty, and that is what is eating you up. And of course, you cannot refute the fact that you and your parents are the most wicked souls that this planet has ever produced. You all deserve a trophy for being amazingly wicked!” I fire at her.

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.

and clearly fabricated. Mortals lacked magic lacked any of the greater force and speed of the witches or High Wiz. Claiming some High Wiz blood in his family, the man had merely muttered a few gibberish words, wandered on his way, and carved the whorls and swirls and runes around the door and window. With an asp-like sting, the icy metal handle stung my flesh as I pulled the wooden door open. As I went inside, light and heat blinded me.