Soul Of Great Hero の小説・ストーリー

A message came from the moon to her people, a prophecy of Ephesus rebirth. Two kingdoms in war, masters of air against masters of land. A young warrior gifted by the goddess Luna a strong ability to touch the sky, his physics pure with peace and dark with fury. Standing out from among his peers, a royal blooded wolf. A hero in spirit, who must take the weight upon himself, and prevail were strong warriors had failed. A seventeenth year body but billion decades spirit of Zeta Ephesus. In pure heart and with faith he shall gain victory and honor among his people. But he too shall suffer loss and Redemption shall be made. So his stain purity shall be regained...

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

“Really, I mean it. I’m a power brave. I can’t let my emotions get in the way of the upcoming battle. For Wilt and everyone’s sake.” Zeki smiled. “Spoken like a true hero, Sam.” “Hero? Me? At least I thought I was… no, that’s what Antifa said. I’m not a hero.” “Yes, you are,” he insisted. “Why else did Hercules choose you?” “For my potential,” I replied. “And redemption.” “Redemption?” many of them muttered. “Hercules said that he had so much regret about his past. He saw my potential to become a real hero. I guess he wanted us to rectify both of our sins.”

Father Paul said, intently looking at Matthew. "She already killed our mother, and Cassidy, the girl she possessed, I don't know if she's still there," Matthew said. "If she has spilled blood, as a simple soul she has indeed become powerful. Darkness has overcome her humanity, I have not encountered a soul that has telepathic powers as you have told me. She must have so many sufferings and hate in her heart that she has manifested such power over a body." Father Paul replied looking far ahead.

Yes, I’m proud to say that I was once The Greatest Stripper… And I will always be… FIN

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik

He turned a decorative globe in his hand. “Fucking great.” She muttered with disappointment. It wasn’t that she thought she could hide it this whole time but deep down, she had that flicker of hope that perhaps he would skip that little detail. In fact, at this point, she considered getting killed by an enemy pack better than returning to her old one. Just like Alpha Ruax, the Alpha of the Black Lake pack also had an old ancient wolf. The thing about old wolves was that they were conniving.

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”

Ignoring it, Nicholas knew that his actions were to protect her, even if it meant leaving her in a temporary state of worry. Finally, he stumbled upon a clue that seemed more promising than the rest. A name, a connection to the shooters. Without hesitation, Nicholas followed the trail, his heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and nerves. He entered a dimly lit building, its aura crawling with danger. Little did he know that he had walked into a trap, one carefully laid out to capture him, the vengeful hero.

Grabbing her chest she winced painfully. "Help!" She cried as she fell into a crumbled mass on the bedroom floor. In the kitchen, Hoka had arrived and was listening to Faelon explain what had occurred. They all paused hearing Sophia and rushed to the room she was in. Hoka shook his head as he hissed," That Anthony fellow is dead and the part of her soul he had is searching for a place to settle. Get her on the bed quickly and I will try to lead the soul back here." Running his hands over Sophia and chanting words, Hoka paused and grinned slightly.