Soul Immortal Novels & Stories

“We’re not allowed to enter the spirit world anymore. Besides, we can’t be sure if we can find her soul there. It might be somewhere else. But we could try doing something to save her, I guess we could give it a shot.” “What is it?” Agatha’s lips curled up. She loved the sight of Delia asking her what to do. It boosted her confidence in an instant. “Latina’s memories have been altered. When I came to find her after doing some business somewhere else, she could no longer see me. My existence was somewhat removed from her brain. We can’t guide her soul back to her body, but we can give her back her memories,” she explained. “Once she recalls everything, she could decide for herself whether to

I rant and Azalea presses her finger to my lips and embraces me. "Nothing will happen to you, we will escape this place, you'll see" "Wrong" We both jerk apart at the sound of the guardian's cold voice. "You don't get it do you? You are trapped. There's no escaping this. I'm an immortal, so you can't kill me. You're both going to roam around Azeroth until you die and as for your souls, they'll be trapped here forever" He bursts into laughter and vanishes out of sight.

I asked my grandmother, feeling like this was all a bad dream, because none of this made any sense to me. Tears now pooled in my grandmother’s eyes, as she reaches for me, placing her hand on my shoulder, before she says, “Hades never was able to collect the soul promised to him, because your greatest grandfather was a made immortal, but you were born into this world with a pure soul. As for why he wants you, you’re the first male born of his blood.”

Three days. That's all we have left before something inside us wakes up and eats us alive. I can't wrap my head around it. Can't process that we saved Luna only to doom ourselves. "We need a plan." Damon paces the room. Always the strategist. Even facing death. "There has to be a way to kill this thing before it kills us." "You can't kill a soul child." Luna sits in the corner. Guilt written all over her face. "I've searched every memory. Every piece of knowledge I absorbed. They're immortal. Unstoppable. Once created, they always consume their parents."

"You can't." "The Soul Transference is a delicate art," Malachi continued, ignoring her horror. "It requires a blank slate. A soul that has not yet fully anchored to the mortal coil. The moment of birth... that split second when the child draws its first breath... that is the window. I will push his infant soul out, and I will step in." He smiled. "I will be born again. A King. Immortal. Unstoppable. And I will have you to thank for the vessel."

The faces of the seven immortal spirits appeared within the swirling light, each radiating a different energy. --- The Immortal Spirits The first spirit, adorned in robes of golden light, spoke with a voice like a thousand bells. “Why have you summoned us, mortal?” Evelyn bowed her head. “My granddaughter and her friends are trapped in the underworld, ensnared by the cursed game. Their lives hang by a thread. I beg of you, grant them your protection and strength to overcome the trials they face.” The second spirit, cloaked in emerald vines, narrowed its glowing eyes. “They tampered with forces beyond their understanding. Why should we intervene?”

She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered words I didn't understand at first. It was a ritual called 'The Soul Forge'. A ritual that could transfer immortality from one person to another. I felt it the moment it happened. Warmth flooded my body, burning away the poison, healing the wound. Power settled into my bones—ancient, terrible, eternal power. I gasped, my eyes flying open. "What did you do?" "I saved you," Annitore whispered. "You're immortal now, Owaine. Nothing can kill you." "No—you can't—" I grabbed her shoulders. "You have to take it back. I can't—"

His eyes signalled me to come closer. "I am happy to die for you, Goddess. Thank you so much for everything." His low and pained tone ended with a gasp as his soul escaped from his body and disappeared into thin air. He is an immortal. His soul would reach our creator and she will make him as a star. His face looked so peaceful as if he was asleep. He had been with me for almost five millennia and I couldn't believe he was no more just because of the vengeance of that stupid man. The thought made me realize the presence of another divine here.

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

"Your mate can become immortal, but it will require her to make a sacrifice." Ambrose stepped forward, about to press The Seer for more information, but at that word - sacrifice. Sephora pulled him back with a hand and shook her head. No more sacrifices - she had sacrificed enough. She could live happily without immortality anyway. Ambrose's eyes softened enough, that she gave him a smile. He nodded his head in understanding, sending waves of comfort to her through their bond. He gave sigh and turned back to The Seer, "But she has received a Soulborn power?" He asked. Sephora braced herself, when The Seer's wicked smile grew larger, stretching her face into something sinister and dark.