Soul Land 1 Novels & Stories

Dawn came in and sun rays were coming into the room through the window. Touching his eyes. He opened his eyes there was sun in the sky, shining and birds were twittering, cold breeze was moving in the air and few birds were cooing. It seemed like everything here was lullabying him to get him back to peaceful sleep and greeting him in this beautiful and lovely valley. He got up from the couch, rubbed his eyes and turned to counter. There he found some tall, young fella was standing behind the counter.

After Sylvio arranged a defensive formation, his soul immediately entered The Spirit Cage. Once a soul reached Overlord Realm, it could enter and exit The Spirit Cage at will and without restrictions. As Leila's longest-lived and most knowledgeable person, Sylvio knew The Spirit Cage very well. In fact, The Spirit Cage was not a virtual world, but a weapon of primal chaos. The inside of the weapon was a world of its own: where only the soul could enter to increase its soul power quickly.

The 18 Blood Generals under Valdis Goth were all at the first level of Holy Land Realm. Liu Fuqing was no exception. As a cultivator at the peak of the first level of Holy Land Realm, he was still a step away from the second level. If Valdis Goth didn't die, then if he received a reward in the future, he would work hard to cultivate. Reaching the mid level of the second stage of Holy Land Realm in this life would be his limit. Now that Valdis Goth was dead, let alone the 2nd stage of Holy Land Realm, the possibility of crossing the gap between the 1st and 2nd stage of Holy Land Realm was very small.

there will be no death or rebirth. I took the sword and entered the soul palace where father kept all the souls and I found her... the one that was shining the brightest... I grabbed the jar in which it was and got her out... I didn't even bother to read her name... once her soul was out, I ignited the sword with my power... that's it. Just one stab on it and this soul will stop existing. Then father won't be able to make her my mate... yes... that's it... one stab... I raised the sword and about to hit that soul when suddenly it stopped... the fire of sword dimmed and suddenly the sword was taken from my hand and I was pushed on the floor. It was Amenadiel with father. He took the soul and

Felix seized the book right then. "That's a close call. Without Lumen, I'd have died countless times already." Opening it revealed only yellowed blank pages. "What's going on?" Felix was baffled. No matter what he tried, the pages remained blank. "This can't be right! It called to me, so there must be more." After pondering a while, he sat cross-legged. Holding the book in his right hand, he opened a page with his left, then closed his eyes. Since the Three Forbidden Lands seemed connected to the soul, perhaps physical sight wasn't enough. He needed to read with his soul. Though Felix knew little about soul manipulation, he could only calm his mind and keep trying.

I leaned against the doorframe, a slim cigarette between my fingers. Smoke blurred my face. The suffocating feeling of being buried alive from my last life still lingered. I looked at the familiar surroundings and knew with certainty I had been reborn back to this deadly night. “Have you gone mute? I’m talking to you!” Sonny strode over impatiently. The blade hidden in his sleeve pressed against my face, sliding slowly downward until it stopped at my carotid artery. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll slash up your face and throw you into the Hudson to feed the fish. You’ve already served your purpose anyway.”

POV DARLENE The True Soul of the First Luna was not a place of light, but a labyrinth of infinite, intersecting mirrors, each one vibrating with the hum of a billion discarded timelines. As I passed through the Thirteenth Gate, the weight of the "Liminal North" vanished, replaced by a terrifying buoyancy. I wasn't walking; I was drifting through a sea of liquid silver and frozen thoughts, my own body flickering like a dying star as the "Voice" I had claimed began to tear at my atoms.

As I wondered who had set them off, a message from Amy popped up. "Carla, aren't they beautiful? Johnny set off all those fireworks for me. If you know what those fireworks mean, you'd better step aside and give up your title as Luna." I smiled. "You can keep Johnny, but the Luna title stays with me." Right after I sent that, Johnny connected with me through our mind-link, his roar giving me a headache. "Carla! What are you doing?! Amy's been crying ever since she texted you! Do you still want to remain as Luna? If you can't do the work, I'll find someone else who can!"

Like he needs to absorb her, merge with her. "Still," he commands, when her body stirs even in sleep. We see it. Natalia is struggling. Not with her body—but with her soul. She resists. It’s not submission in her… it’s power. Instinct. When his hand travels down her thigh, a small whimper escapes her lips. Barely a whisper. "No… please… please…" Roman freezes. He pulls back. Carefully, he lays her down again. His expression has changed.

The questions swirled in my mind, a cascade of uncertainty. Vance, still holding me, observed the internal struggle etched across my face. "It's okay," he reassured, sensing the turmoil within. "We'll figure this out together, no matter who you are." As I gazed at the mirror, the truth echoed within me—I was Nadia, reborn with memories that transcended a single lifetime. "No we would not," I stayed as I looked at him. "We would not because I am not Iris. I am not your mate"