Soul Of Great Hero の小説・ストーリー

“So you’re saying the valley isn’t safe and that something in there could pose a bigger danger to us?” “Yep. If Herschel is on Nascent Soul, that old spirit must be of a higher rank. Good thing he must be a remnant soul. His spirit’s most likely been heavily damaged before, something that’s to your advantage.” “No wonder he was that powerful. I thought all Nascent Soul cultivators are that powerful!”

Child of the Unbound. The sound burrowed beneath her ribs. “What is this?” she gasped. The words felt wrong here, like they didn’t belong to her mouth. Kael’s expression darkened. “The soulstream beneath all realms—the artery of Death itself.” The Vein pulsed, as though acknowledging him.

Zeus said "Nope. The soul of the two gods in you will leave your mortal body and I am going to capture them in this egg. And you know what it means to loose the souls" "I loose my powers" Zeus said, coughing out blood. "Smart boy" lucifer replied and placed the egg on Zeus's chest. Zeus's body vibrated and a color red soul left his body and went into the egg. That's the soul of Sango. Then a blue colored soul left his body and went into the egg also. That's the soul of Zeus. "Completed" lucifer said with a smirk and attempted to remove the egg from Zeus's chest but his body vibrated one more time and a grey coloured soul with a lion face left his body and entered the egg.

And he was right. The shrieks he was hearing from time to time came from a person that was her victim. As he looked into her eyes, he felt it once more; the only sensation that no one could ever give but her, “Acting like a hero once again?” The8 heard her ask and it made his blood to rise. Not because he was angry about those words but because he knew she’s insane at this very moment. He knew that the Soulwaker had already infiltrated her system deep down. And that’s what makes him infuriated. His jaw was prominently taut in a clench as he looked over the crying girl—she was actually tied with a rope and her hands were behind her back. The girl was calling out for help—it was obvious in tho

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

But . “What? Get back what, Jake?” “His soul, dammit. Fuckin gook took my dad’s soul, and I’m fuckin gettin’ it back. “Tonight.”

“Hmm, it seems that choosing you was indeed a mistake. Too bad you've destroyed the soul of that smart child. Celine Diamond is a better pawn than you." Cecilia furrowed her brows in annoyance. “What do you mean better?! I am the Heroine, not her!” "Whatever fits." The Great God's voice echoed in the empty space. "That smart girl may be smarter than you, but your luck is better than her." Cecilia was still offended, but she calmed herself down. This man was still a god who rules the universe. “You are already on the right track. Awaken the dragons by giving the serum to the dragon-blood humans, and they will awaken into a suitable vessel for me.”

She seemed to be out cold, and his stomach knotted as he thought of how she might react when she woke. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. He hadn't known it would happen this way, but he was glad she was finally his, even if she didn't know it yet. It would take time, but the darkness would become a part of her, until she was as strong as he was now, a full 'Shadowsouled', as the few of her kind that knew of their existence called them. Her former kind, he corrected, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around her. He'd grow stronger from his too, much stronger, and some of that power would flow through to his brothers in turn, and their cousins, t

"What am I?" "You are what is known as a marked soul." "What is that?" Molly asked. "It is a soul that has been marked." "Marked for what?" "For greatness. A singular soul that has been marked with immense power to achieve greatness," the admiral answered. "And that's what I am?"

“You are a great killer. You deserve to join. Put the weapons down. Take a blood test. Give your soul to your soul. Live forever and know the ecstasy of endless struggle. Who was the soul, Ragnar wondered. The name was strangely unfamiliar and frightening. Why did his followers seek allegiance from Ragnar? It really doesn't matter.