Soul Punisher Novels & Stories

And somehow I want to be reincarnated, yet I don't have a soul so it's not possible. Before I could react, Michael appeared in front of us. "You go to hell, by means of that, you are going to disappear. Poof!" He gestured with a mocking smile. "Like you never existed." "Do you want to wipe us all, vampires?" He nodded. "I am working on erasing your existence and I am going to start with your clan." "Will it end if I kill myself?" "It won't. You have no soul," Syne replied from a distance. "You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you."

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

"I see. Then what about your other Martial Soul? Twin Spirits are already rare enough that the appearance of all the twin spirit masters in the history of the continent can be counted in one hand. But you have Martial Souls that may be coveted by the entire continent itself!" "Jealous?" Chen smirked. "Hardly," Ah Yin stated with a plain expression. "Fine. My other Martial Soul allows me to summon a catastrophe. But I'd be stupid, or a 6-year-old once again, to use it or even activate it until I'm at least a Spirit Sage. This is a body martial spirit so the mark doesn't disappear and is called Evil Title." "What kind of catastrophe?" Ah Yin frowned. "The kind that can leave scars on the Pope

"I guess you've used up all your moves. Now, it's my turn." Chase smiled at him condescendingly. He reached out to press down the head of the man in the black robe. "Soul Refining Technique!" The soul's energy wave bounced between Chase's fingers. The man's eyes started to glaze over, and he ended up in a sluggish state. He became stiff. The Soul Refining Technique was a spiritual chant that involved the soul. It was a type of mental energy cultivation that could control another person's soul. He had gotten it from that old coot from the Secret Sect.

Just as the strange feeling welled up within him, he let out a disgusting moan. At that moment, he finally snapped, snapped out of it. The feeling was gone and everything else was thrown away. Even his goddamn memory was cut off and the familiar beep awake his senses. [Skill: Soul’s Pact has been used up! Cool down: 23hr 59mins 48s] The sudden shock left his heart numb and the feeling was washed away almost immediately. Maybe it was because of the shock or because of the repulsive response he just blurted out. All of it was instantly gone now.

I held Mitch's hands and pulled her and her back was pressing against my chest and my hips were ruthlessly thrusting into her, punishing her, and at the same time giving her pleasure that made her legs and thighs shake. My hand moved Mitch's front and my fingers find her c**t I started playing with it and I know she is so close to her climax but I stopped again making her groan. I am punishing her in my way by not giving her a chance to climax and I want her to beg for it. " Beg for it, Mitch! Until then I won't let you finish and if you cum without begging then you will not get this." I thrust hard to tell what she is not going to get if she doesn't beg.

"They know every account, every shell corp, every dirty little secret I've ever buried…" They had been mentally, psychically violated. The new hunter was an entity codenamed the "Soul-Eater," a non-corporeal mind-thief who could steal and consume memories as easily as a common pickpocket lifts a wallet. Its goal was brutally clear: extract the location of the Obsidian Lab and the nature of Jack’s debilitating curse from the minds of his inner circle. "We can't track it," Aaliyah said, her voice laced with a despairing frustration. "There's no energy signature, no physical presence, nothing to lock onto. It's a ghost in the machine of the mind."

I gazed at the pack, at Alex, at the elders who had sentenced me to death, and I vowed on each atom of my being that this was not ending yet. "I'll be back," I vowed, my words being consumed by the firewall. "And you're all going to pay." And the world was blacked out. I fainted…

If you don't return to the 'Villainess' path by the next lunar cycle, he will initiate a hard-reset. PENALTY: 10% Soul Erosion initiated. PS: Don't kiss the anomalies, dear. It makes the ink run. I felt a sharp, stabbing pain in my chest. It was like a needle had been driven into my spirit, dragging out a piece of my very essence. I looked down at my hands; they were becoming slightly translucent, the edges of my fingers blurring as if I were a poorly rendered character in a video game. "Soul Erosion," I whispered, my voice trembling. "You petty, controlling prick."

After my older sister, Elise Sterling, is supposedly imprisoned for financial crimes, I become the target of retaliation from her enemies. I can't find a job and live under constant threats. Almost every morning, I find garbage left outside my door. At night, I come home to find my front door splattered with red paint, imitating blood. I break down and fall into depression. Over the next five years, I make three attempts to end my life. The last time, as I lay there after emptying the entire bottle of sleeping pills down my throat, waiting for everything to end, I suddenly hear my sister's frantic voice. "I only wanted to punish Leon! Why did you take it this far?" Her godbrother,