Soul King Bleach Novels & Stories

Then deeper still… he saw Morgala. Not just as she was now, but as she once had been. A woman in white, weeping in a flooded nursery. Screaming as they took her child. Bleeding as the moonlight was turned against her. Kael gasped and jolted upright, ripping free from the ritual’s pull. The runes across his skin dimmed slightly. His body stabilized. But something was different. He could still feel her. Her heartbeat echoed in his mind like a second rhythm. Their souls… had fused.

It felt like an entirely different realm. Zion stood beside me, his hand tight in mine. "We're in the in-between," he murmured, his voice taut. "Where souls get unravelled and monsters are made." The air rippled ahead of us, and then he appeared. The Hollow King. A crown of thorns rose from his skull, curling like burnt branches. His eyes were a bottomless abyss, and he looked like Jaxon. But he looked and felt wrong. And beside him was Callum bound with black chains.

“My brother.” Kael's face drained of color. The creature whispered: “He died so you could live.” Kael shook his head. “No.” The creature stepped forward. “You are the body they built for him.” Kael stumbled. “No.” “You carry his blood.” “No.” “His memories.” “No!” “And one day…” The creature's eyes gleamed. “His soul will wake.” Kael screamed and dropped to his knees. A golden crack appeared across his chest. Selene ran toward him.

No way in hell was I not going to take offense to him calling me that even if he didn't outright say it. I wasn't really pissed about the fact that he lied to me about the number of items he slipped into the bleached guy's pocket or that he doesn't trust me but the fact that he insulted my character by calling me a blabbermouth was vexing. I wouldn't be in the position I was now by being loose-lipped, then he would have found out that I had gone back to do a thorough check-up on Dickson - though bleached guy suited him better - after we had initially left and found out he had also slipped in EULS device which the master had ordered me to leave.

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

Without being told, I knew it was the work of the processor. Gathering the last strength left in me, I dragged my body up and dashed towards him. "Soul collector!" I screamed. Then I watched in amazement as my body glowed silver, the soul sword turned silver, and with one swift slash, I chopped down the leader's head, and blood split on my face and mouth altogether.

where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead at this rate, the prince was completely broken, his eyes were wet and shining like a diamond in blood, tear flowing like a river from his eyes, she lost himself completely. he was trying to scream and cry but he couldn't even breathe properly. he was holding his chest maybe he feels pain. he was on his knees crying like crazy. blue soul assigns a mission to protect him. his job is to protect him. blue soul hugs him. he wants to protect him, he became a good friend, watch over him all this time, maybe he feels connected to the prince.

Map Of The Soul . Written by Authoress Kamara . Chapter 16: Messed up . Finn was left alone in the middle of the crowded room, rooted to the spot as he watched the back of Kai’s hair disappear, swallowed by the crowd. The music was kicking up again and so was the dancing, the crowds of people stirring into action, what had once been a small ripple became a wave again, and Finn was an abandoned piece of driftwood caught in the middle of it all.

I wasn't an idiot. "You may not believe me now but you aren't a Goddess but a soul. King Alexanders dead wife's soul to be exact. I know you have to wonder why Blake seems to be attached to your hip and why King Alexander made a law so you wouldn't hurt him." He said. A soul? He seriously wanted me to believe I was a soul. I could walk. Everyone knew souls were spiritual beings. Apart of every God or Goddess.

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”