Soul Of Iron Golem Novels & Stories

Soul Corona A human body in perfect resonance with its spirit. Two halves of the same essence, separated by the cruel expanse of time, destined to reunite. In the spirit world, the concepts of birth and death blur into insignificance. Salvation is rare, a distant whisper. Only by finding its Soul Corona can a spirit break free. The body it was always meant to inhabit. The odds? One in a thousand billion. A near impossibility. It is said that when a spirit is born into its Soul Corona, escape is impossible. That body becomes its prison and its home, tethered even beyond death.

the enchantress replied. “Those two in the corner,” he said, pointing towards a pair of golems sitting quietly in a corner. “Don’t look familiar; haven’t seen them before,” she said eyeing them cautiously. The two of them sat opposite to each other. Their expressionless faces plastered in what looked like semi-dried clay. One of them looked a little paler and lighter than his companion, who was brick red in colour. Obviously he is younger than the other one, Maxine thought. She knew that golems changed colour as they grew older. The oldest one she had seen years ago was bright red in colour.

He glanced back at his window only to find something written boldly with blood. "I WILL COME FOR ALL OF YOU". He screamed and fell unconscious.

"These are two of my associates." Asher studied the men on either side of Michael. The one sitting directly to his right was a very large bald man with crystal clear eyes that held a sense of foreboding. His arms and what Asher could see of his chest from his half undone shirt sported some intricate tattoo. Michael introduced him as Gustavo.

They can also release this fuel through the pores in their skin to create a fog around them. Tipplers can also spit poison by mixing elements from their digestive system and spit it on their enemy. Too much drinking can turn the user temporarily into water though it has some risk of not getting back to shape again. Gobbler— eats fruit, veges, and other food that grows directly from the earth and uses it to manipulate body size and strength. It can also be used as body hardening for defense. Coverscout— An alchemist that transmutes fear to speed. Stormbringer— An alchemist that transmutes stress to electricity.

She gazed up at him with a look so full of confusion and vulnerability that it took everything for him to not just throw her over his shoulder and leave with her right then. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, holding her to him, letting her feel everything he felt towards her right now. Not just how much he needed her, but how much he wanted to care for her, protect her, make sure not a single damn bad thing on this earth could happen her. Hell, even love her, despite his long-seated apathy towards any who were not his kin. But she would be kin, eventually. Over time, the darkness would change her, and she would become 'Shadowsouled' just like them. That was how the permanent b

The golems were troublesome opponents as they didn't feel pain and could restore themselves automatically. Battling with them was even more exasperating than fighting with Golden as his regenerative speed was slower than the speed of the golems, and his tolerance to pain was also inferior because the golems couldn't feel pain at all. Furthermore, their defenses were extremely strong, so weak attacks didn't have any effect on them Battling with swords alone wasn't enough to destroy them. Everyone needed to use their best Combined Skills, and even using them, it was still difficult to damage the golems.

I’m five foot ten. He whines and grumbles, and I stroke his massive head. “Yes, I know. She is ok,” I say to him and he huffs before he stands and moves to sit in between my legs. The Hellhounds can take down a wolf with ease. Their bites have the sting of icy death and they secrete venom that can kill a werewolf. Fortunately, they are extremely loyal creatures. Destinee has Anubis and I have always had Set. But he can’t swim in the depths, so Gaia has been keeping him for me.

They had turned dry long before, and the feeling of water was very foreign to his eyes. Cold sweat broke down on his body and trickled down his face onto the floor. Taking off his boxing gloves he brushed back the wet hair from his face with one hand. He rubbed his forehead and ran his finger through his hair as he was feeling restless. He lived all his life based on the principles he made. One of them was being unemotional and he couldn't care less if it made him someone with a heart of stone.

Maverick’s jaw tightens beside me. “The Moon Goddess only grants the bond under specific conditions,” the Elder says. “Two wolves must lose their fated mates through tragedy. Their souls must remain broken long enough for the bond to awaken.” Jax becomes restless instantly. “Broken souls,” he mutters darkly. “But the bond comes with a price,” Elder Miriam whispers. “Every time it has appeared throughout history… disaster followed.” My heartbeat speeds up painfully. “What kind of disaster?” Maverick asks quietly. The Elder’s expression darkens.