Soul Of The King の小説・ストーリー

“Why is he alive and still young when I was executed for his murder?” “Your mate escaped Hell.” My nostrils flared. In the years I’d been stuck in my shit hole of a cell, people had tried to break out. Some old bastard had convinced a bunch of gullible souls to stitch themselves together to create a being of immense power. I think it was called a soul king or something similar. It hadn’t worked. The combined spirits had torn apart a bunch of pit demons, and I had seen my tormentors ripped to shreds and tossed into the lake of lava. But lightning had filled the air and dismantled the soul king, ending that particular escapade.

Luna Daisy says. “I don’t think he will,” I say. “I think he will,” King adds. I glare at him. “You’re not helping.” “Oh well, what did you expect?” he shrugs. “Anyway, I’m more interested in the part where he said his soul is standing outside, is that slang for something?” “No, his soul means his soul. He looks like Rome’s shadow, except you can feel him if he wants. It’s another complicated feature in the whole god dynamic, but yeah, his soul, his shadow, same thing…kinda.”

Queen Lourine Chatrine walked over to Princess Alleta Wolfrentie and put her hand on her forehead. "I feel the blood slowly congealing, the soul is no longer here. Her soul has come a long way. We must bring her soul back. Queen of soul guards, now it's your turn," said Queen Lourine Chatrine. A moment later, the queen, who was called the queen of soul guards, stepped closer to the princess Alleta Wolfrentie. She is very beautiful in a white dress. Her head is decorated with a very beautiful crown. She bowed to the Queen Lourine Chatrine, then lifted her face and looked at the princess Alleta Wolfrentie's face. She reached out her hand and placed it on the princess's chest and closed her eye

I reached out and turned the key. The melody that emerged wasn't complex. It didn't have the jade’s logic or the marble’s finality. it was a simple, three-note lullaby—the Frequency of the Soul. It was the sound of a wolf breathing in the snow; the sound of a fire crackling in a storm; the sound of a heartbeat in the dark. "This is it," I said, my eyes filling with tears. "The First King didn't want to rule the world, Félix. He wanted to Quiet it. He knew the resonance would eventually grow too loud for the heart to bear."

Starsoul's words were very enticing, and when the King of Killers thought of the scene, he had goosebumps all over his skin. In any case, he was the king of world killers. Even if he were to die, he could not suffer such humiliation. Star Soul Evil Spirit smiled and said, “Don’t worry, of course I won’t do this to you. I will successfully dissect you and then throw you into the salt water to slowly heal your wounds. After that, I will cut your wounds open and throw you back into the salt water again. This process will let you taste what is called a fate worse than death!”

In a strained voice, he said, “Sophia, move away! The ancient soul inside him is trying to consume the entire cave. He is no longer our child—he is the spirit of the ‘Original Moreno’!” Mother clutched my hand tightly, trembling. Tears streamed down her face. “I knew it... I knew this day would come. Before dying, the first king of the Moreno lineage sealed his soul inside this cave, so that one day he could be reborn within a pure body of his own bloodline. Sophia, our own blood has become our enemy!”

I was the Dead Soul Anchor. The First King shrieked as his logic hit an infinite loop. He couldn't extract my son because I wasn't alive; he couldn't delete me because I wasn't dead. I was the glitch that locked the God in place. "Now, Leo!" my voice boomed—not from my throat, but from the very molecules of the room. "KILL THE DAWN!" Leo didn't hesitate. He inhaled the surge of power I was grounding for him. He released a Verdict. He slammed his small, gold-scarred hand into the King’s solar aperture.

The King noticed her body was freezing up and rubbed his hands with hers to warm it up. "Yes, my king." the healer bowed meekly. "Stand." he grunted, "make sure you heal her, and nothing must happen to her," he said gruffly as he kissed his mate's forehead and stood up. The healer walked to the unconscious girl and touched her forehead. Upon touching it, she detached her hand quickly while a gasp escaped her lips. She panicked and knelt on the floor, "forgive me, my King." her voice wavered lightly, then she continued, "I don't feel any energy from her or feel her soul. It is like her soul has detached from her body." she blurted out. At the same time, tears streamed down; she waited for the

I stood up, my legs steady despite the adrenaline still humming in my marrow, I didn't need Koran to hold me anymore, I felt the entire Maw beneath my feet, every wolf in it now linked to my own heartbeat. "Kaelen is still up there," I said, looking toward the summit, "He’s broken, Koran, the Red Rage is eating him alive because he has nothing left to anchor to." "What do we do?" I looked at my hands, the black silk-shadows now perfectly controlled, swirling around my fingers like loyal pets. "The birth hasn't happened yet," I said, a dark, dangerous smile touching my lips, "But the delivery is overdue, let’s go collect the King’s soul."

"If the King kills his mate... he doesn't save the land. He breaks his own soul." "Exactly," I said, pacing the length of the tent. I felt like there was fire under my skin. "The High Priest didn't want the King to be healed. He wanted the King to be a murderer. Think about it. If the King kills the one person meant to keep him balanced, he becomes a monster. He becomes a man filled with guilt and rage. And a man like that? He can't rule. He has to rely on the Priests for 'forgiveness.' He has to do whatever they say because they’re the only ones who can 'save' his soul."