Soul King Novels & Stories

He nodded, looking at Vidar as he continued to cough. "O what he he was talking?" I looked for Vidar. "Per what he you called in king?" His square jaw made a crunching noise. He hesitated per one time before in to respond. "He me called of a king because I am one.” My eyebrows if came together. Good, that it was news. "One king in what, exactly?” "King of supernatural. AND, in soon you will be queen." I blinked. "I am really sorry." I shook my head to clear my thoughts. “I think I must have misheard. Did you just say you are the king of the supernatural?”

“Alright,” Blackie shrugged, “As I said, we used Soul Coupling as a reference to create a new soul-based, multiversal racial characteristic for worldborn. Basically, we gave your soul an ability to… uh… interact with other souls in a special way… which kinda made you into a eunuch,” Blackie laughed awkwardly, “but otherwise it is very handy! I guarantee that in the future, you’ll totally love it!”

Anyway, his Divine Sense was strong enough, so it would only take him a little more effort. "Grandpa Hannigan, the soul of the King of Beasts is immortal. Even if he committed suicide, if his soul is complete, he will soon be resurrected." At this time, the traitor boss reminded Samuel appropriately. The King of Beasts grimaced in anger. It really wanted to pull out the dragon’s skin and drink his blood. Samuel nodded. "That makes sense. King of Beasts, do you know what to do?" "Then what do you want?" The King of Beasts suppressed its anger.

"We don't but we need human emotions to function. Unlike us, my King gets his energy from Hell. Punishing the corrupted soul is what keeps him alive." I gaped, "So he didn't leave my side at all?" "Not even for a second Miss Talia" ***

Hope lit up within her eyes, she was expecting an answer from him, a good one at that. "I can't. I am the king of the underworld, not the king of the dead." At those words, she felt her heart drop. "Bringing back a soul means losing one too." Lucius added. She bore her eyes into his, looking for any sign that he lied, but no, he is serious. It is a soul for a soul. She can't do that for the happiness of her mother, can she? Should she commit suicide then? Jump off a bridge, perhaps? No, she can't, she doesn't have the guts to.

Everything disappeared from my sight, leaving only blinding white light, which scorched my eyes. ‘’You are being punished for playing with the power which should never be in human hands. Your hun* souls will be cursed, and you won’t be able to find peace. You will be cursed to repeat your miserable life while the other parts of your soul die in great misfortune unable to find happiness both in life and death.’’ The dread coming from these words was enough to make me forget the horrible pain. This sounded so familiar but, at the same time, so strange. I didn’t have time to think, though. The pain slowly disappeared together with the lighting, and somebody’s voice was floating in my mind.

“Well, he’s wrong. I—” “I’m not wrong!” Tom said, slamming his hand on the table. “You are Arthur. Prince Arthur, son of King Dean and Luna Sabina!” For a moment, the whole hall fell into a stunned silence, but people started to talk. “How is it possible?” “Aren't the entire king and luna's bloodline dead?” And Arthur just looked at Tom warily. He scoffed. He’d been called crazy, but this man was clearly crazier than him. “You’re crazy. I can’t be royalty,” Arthur shook his head. “In the pack I used to live in, I was seen as crazy, cursed by the moon goddess. They killed my sister trying to get rid of me—“

He nodded, clinging to every word I said. "I'm a royal peasant Hybrid." I said. "Like King Samael." He said, my face scrunched up in confusion. "Who?" I asked, my head tilted in curiosity. "The King Terror previously took the subconscious of." He told me. "He lost his mind and slaughtered the then Higher Court. Terror left his consciousness around then." He said, I frowned.

Lothaire with powerful strides approached her and lifted her gently. Willow looked at him and sucked her breath. This man... this man is a king. A real king. How can she ever doubt him to be anything else? If he was handsome before, now he is stunning. Otherworldly. Regal. His aura is so radiant, it almost blinded her eyes. It's as if a part of his soul has been missing and he is now whole once again. Willow feared if she touched him, she might blemish him somehow. His stature is strong, his shoulders broad, broader than before as if they are adjusting to accommodate his soul. His chest wide, he looked healthy. Not like the dying vampire she always has to save.