Soul King Novels & Stories

(SHARD SOULS) “HE'S searching for the seven keys, as He is making some of them.” Warning as HE gave him a heads up, HE commanded. “One of you will create the temporary embodiment of the sins as they will make their way to corrupt the holder’s heart and continue the cycle of the loops. Let them be as they think that they still hold the upper hand of the game we are playing, but they unknowingly know.” Reading the plan and the entire puzzle game he is now taking at the spear of God in the complicated competition of chess. He gasps as he firmly holds his stance crumpling his fist tighter, knowing that the crown that he wears as the King is more than he could ever bargain for.

Zayn released his aura for real this time specifically at him and it was something he could never resist. Silas dropped to his knees and growled loudly in pain as Zayn stared him in the eyes. "Silas, who is your king?" He groaned, trying to fight the effect of the aura but he ended up falling face flat to the ground. "Who is your king?!" Zayn yelled this time and he stammered in agony. "It's--It's you, Zayn Hendrixson. You are my king and I will forever worship you as a faithful servant"

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 "

Soul Reincarna was success, King Jamerian Borg successfully transferred his soul into young son body. At first when King transferred his soul for first time he used his son body as vessel for 50 year until it started decaying as reverse effect of curse, sensing it was his death he again order for transferring his soul to new body of his young son, this process and lived up to 200 years of life by transferring his soul in his own young children however after each transfer life of vessel he was ruling started falling down, he was now around 21 when his body stared decaying and he was going to takeover body of young boy who was younger brother of King Erlenduris. There was chances of leaking ou

He was sick, twisted, and too damn handsome. I kept struggling to buy time. King Lou knew I wouldn't stay dead. Instead, he'd kill me, and a damned soul would take up residence, bringing me back good as new. I hated souls of the damned, and unlike souls from heaven, the damned felt foggy in my head. Years of torture, and past lives of being murderers, thieves, and degenerate slime, gave them the power sometimes to cloud my judgment. All that hate is a powerful thing.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

His tone sharpened. I swallowed hard, trying to breathe through the nausea. The King wasn’t the original reaper because he made a deal with Death. He wasn't a reaper at all. He was the Keeper. “You captured Death,” I whispered. “That’s why he can’t leave.” “That is why he is mine. His power is mine!” the King corrected, stepping closer again, and I stumbled a step back, my heel bumping into my mother’s body. “The crown before was a joke! It was weak and crumbled so easily!”

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."

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?”

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.