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.

Princess Cirella was the Southern Kingdoms only heir. Her father King Demos lost his wife in child birth. He was able to save his newborn daughter by having one of the wet nurses tend to her until she was able to feed on her own. King Demos was not related to Demetrix or Orlex. His Kingdom was the warmest part of Hellstrom (Demons named Hell a fancier name) Orlex commanded the coldest part of it. His warriors were told that they held no emotion and could kill with out remorse. Demetrix was at the center of Hellstrom, he also commended the Aegis River and the Obsidian Mine. Something that Belle has been dying to get to. The Obsidian Mine held a specific rock that if molded into a weapon, it w

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.

This person was never mentioned in the talk he had with the village chief, with a slight accusing undertone directed towards Gregar, Zark asked in a low voice. "... Who is he?" “According to what I hear, he was the champion of a tournament held in the past, which was used to determine the King's personal guard, along with the new King Soul Bearer. He is currently a direct subordinate of the King and leads a group of elite soldiers, known as the Royal Guard. " "What is the King Soul?" “It is a mythical magic sword, one of the four treasures of the Kingdom; it is said that whoever is worthy of carrying the four treasures will have enough power to challenge a Demon King "

blue soul:- it is the strange master that you can use your brain even tho you feel so much pain, I never see a human who can think rationally, are you not under attack your demon. prince:- tell me something, why I feel weak. blue soul:- human feel weak because their body helping them to die easily, we feel weak because it makes death easier, your parents died your body might think you can't survive, it your body doing but you can get out from this or what I call never-ending dead, by truthing your life to someone else, that why we need god, to keep going until we find hope or another reason to keep going. prince:- you are here, you won't let me die that what I feel if I find hope or another

the blade said just then a purple flame ooze out from the blade and gathered forming a jelly being with a purple skin a man. “This you? Sarah was right” Sean said and he threw the blade at him Sean dodged it, now the blade is mindless, Chloe stopped the blade from hitting Sean and she ordered the blade to purge out any remnants of the beast soul in it then more Purple flame started oozing out from it.

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.”

"The Queen?" "The Crescent Moon bloodline will destroy you all. She will take her revenge, and the Crescent Moon Kingdom will rise again. The Queen will make you all suffer!" "Who are you talking about?" I pushed the dagger deeper. Instead of screaming, he laughed—a twisted, eerie sound. "We serve the Queen, who will give us true freedom. You will all die!" With a final thrust, I drove the dagger through his heart, silencing him forever. "Damn you!" I growled. "Who the hell is behind this?"