Soul King Brook Novels & Stories

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

Despite their efforts, the results were disheartening. "Ms. Swanson's health condition is pretty concerning, and she's missing a kidney. All we can do now is to sustain her with Seraphroot. As for how long it'll be able to keep her going, that's anybody's guess…" My mother nearly passed out when she heard that. My father forced himself to stay composed as he ordered the finest herbs from our storeroom to be brought out. He turned to every doctor in the room, demanding to know the truth about my condition.

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

“Haaah… You’re right. Whether it’s Chandra, us, or the Octopus, we all know that nothing good awaits us if we fail to maintain the balance of the seas,” Karl said irritably. “Continue your investigation.” “Yes, Your Majesty,” Fred replied. The man left Karl’s chambers, leaving the king alone with an unending headache. “I’ll go to Noah’s estate,” Karl muttered after spending an hour sitting in silence and deep thought. *** “Pleeease!! I beg you, spare meee!!” a woman screamed from the dungeon.

She had walked here without a route, without a purpose, without the apparatus of the thing she was in the process of stopping being. The bond she'd been tracking for weeks was in there. She could feel it from here — warm and anchored and completely indifferent to her presence, two people choosing each other in a room with candles and low light and the company of others doing the same. Odon Kuraim could not feed on what was in that basement. She stood in the mist and looked at it for a long time. Then her secondary channel buzzed. One message. Four words. We see you too. Ilyra read it twice.

the little ghost says as her voice echos throughout the cave. The souls swim underneath the surface of the water. Some look happy and others look broken. The happy ones are pink and the sad ones are blue. The red souls are angry. This must be how these people died in their final moments. They must have died with these last emotions in their hearts. They look like tadpoles dancing and spiraling in the water. Their dance is beautiful and painful to watch. I put my hand in the water and thousands of souls jump at a chance to be released from the spell of the water.

“It’s to your benefit that Azrael stands down and doesn’t do anything to protect that human from the girl you are contracted to. Did you want me to talk to him?” Caiden shook his head. It didn’t feel right to use his princely privileges to get around the Azrael problem. “That’s not quite fair. Is it possible to find out where a lost soul has gone?” he asked. He briefly explained the issue with Clarissa’s soul still being missing and what he suspected had happened to it. “There is a place here called the soul archives where you can find out some very detailed information about souls,” the king informed him. “It’s normally closed off to demons. As the prince, you can go in and the archivist wi

I was the Dead Soul Anchor. The First King shrieked as his logic hit an infinite loop. He couldn't extract my son because I wasn't alive; he couldn't delete me because I wasn't dead. I was the glitch that locked the God in place. "Now, Leo!" my voice boomed—not from my throat, but from the very molecules of the room. "KILL THE DAWN!" Leo didn't hesitate. He inhaled the surge of power I was grounding for him. He released a Verdict. He slammed his small, gold-scarred hand into the King’s solar aperture.

I could feel him in there somewhere, trying to fight his way back. “Zac now.” I said as I poured the tea into his mouth. Zac held his head while he drank all the tea. His head slumped to the side after we were done. Zac let him lay down. “How bad is it, Asher?” Brooke asked me. “Sophia is dying quicker than we thought and because of that, Derek is now dying as well. The King, his soul, is attached to Sophia in a way that only happens to royals. If Sophia dies, then Derek will die as well.”

King Manor and Soko: Soko's entire body was covered in bruises and burn marks. One of his eyes were swollen shut, his blood sizzled as it hit the floor. Their blood was like lava, it could burn a hole into anything it touches. King Manor reached out and lifted his son's chin, Soko barely able to open the eye that wasn't swollen shut. “I never thought that I would have to chain my son up like some type of animal, because he attacked his King and betrayed his entire planet. I thought I would have a son worthy of the crown to pass down my crown to, but all I got was this weak pathetic son, who allows his personal feelings to dictate his actions.” King Manor said letting go of Soko's chin.