Soul Recycling Novels & Stories

Stralath hummed a human song as the elevator slid below ground, and Cleona shot him a strange look which he ignored. He liked earthling music which showed creativity and spirit. He'd stayed up late scrolling the internet and uploaded an extensive playlist to the "insight device" attached to his skull. Coco cleared her throat, and he reluctantly tapped the disc behind his ear, shutting off the rhythmic sound waves rolling through his mind. "The fisheri won't talk, and we've tried everything short of torture." Coco rocked back on her heels.

That was the night her stepfather had almost killed her, it was also the night her mother passed away. That night she had vowed the old Summer had died and the Summer she was now was reborn. She had thought being saved by her biological father was a good thing, instead she discovered it was a whole nother nightmare. A nightmare she would never be able to escape from, especially in a week when she was finally legally binded to Michael. Sighing, she stood and headed to the kitchen to wash her coffee mug. Just as she placed it in the sink her phone began ringing.

"Yes. Come on. Today is the perfect day for swimming." “Don't take your servants. Only you and me." "As you wish." "Come back, Adelard! Don't lose your head. Although it will pass. Men are not able to love for a long time." Suzanne said with a wave of her hand. As expected, the weather became even hotter after the rain. But the slow crests of the waves created the illusion of coolness and freshness. They say that the Moon and the Sun are witnesses of everything that happens on earth, but the sea sees no less than these two. The sea, by its nature, stores in itself something that is not on the Moon and the Sun, namely, the echo of the human soul.

They had been upset and sad just moments ago, but the earth that bred vitality just appeared at the next second? Pisces patted the ground and asked, “Are you sure this is earth that breeds vitality?” Phoebe confidently answered, “Yes! The deceased souls gather in the Tree of Life, and they need to be nurtured again to reincarnate. Only earth that breeds lives can enable souls to reincarnate. So, only earth that nurtures lives can make the Tree of Life grow. Both of them complement each other, and they are actually one.”

She inquired, “how can I repair?” “Chatter the remaining healing bubbles on yourself, protector, “ the hunched-back Immortal addressed. “Channeling every healing energy into your very being is the gateway to ultimate restoration, like a bubble bath- it cleanses, rejuvenates and makes your soul sparkle! For it is in embracing the harmony within that you shall find the balance that heals the depths of your soul, Protector.” The young queen snickered at the joke then with a deep breath, she summoned a burst of energy, the only few of the crystallizing bubbles around her chattered, releasing a strong regenerative surge that coursed through her veins like liquid moonlight.

Soul Extraction Soul Extraction was an ability that was not best explained by its title. Rather than extracting the soul of a target, what Soul Extraction did was to allow an Asura to inherit the power and will of those they killed. The person didn’t have to be fully dead either; as long as their hearts were crushed, the Asura would inherit everything. Some speculated that this was the reason why Asuras were generally insane, for it was no easy feat to see the lives and heart of every person one killed and still be normal.

There were rumors that the spell caster must be the leader of a realm with talent far beyond those so-called divine sons and daughters. What kind of harsh conditions were these? The process of planting a soul was different from taking a body. Possession was straightforward and brutal. It used its souls to exterminate other people’s souls. Their souls would take over and control the flesh; soul-planting was not that. Soul-planting was when a great person used the divine substance in his soul, including a part of the soul power to be planted into the body of the genius. Thus, the genius’s soul slowly nourished the caster’s soul power.

I blurted. “With what?” His voice rose. “We have no resources.” his eyes shun with confusion. “Then we cut. Slash what’s not needed. Reinforce the essentials. It’ll save money—and redirect focus.” I let out with a deep breath. Just then he starts to clap. “Good idea,” he said, smiling. I exhaled, proud. “But truth is... we’re not lacking anything. I just wanted to test your mind.” He rose. “Come. I’ll introduce you to my partners.” he said, leading me out of the office.

In the past, when Cadell Marcus followed his master Bernard Brown, True Man, he subdued all kinds of powerful ghosts and sealed them in this Divided Soul Pot. There weren't too many evil ghosts, there is also the chance of reincarnation, but you must do good deeds, make up for the karma of previous evil deeds, wait for the right opportunity, and you can be transcended by Cadell Marcus and reincarnate again. Regarding those stupid and unwise ghosts that are unwilling to live in the Divided Soul Pot, Cadell Marcus has never shown mercy until now, directly exterminating them, refining them into ghost pills, and using this family. Increase your level.

Gerald asked, a little puzzled. “That’s right. A resurrected soul will need to find a suitable adaptable body. If there is no suitable adaptable body, the soul will simply move along with the coffin. However, as soon as there is a suitable adaptable body for her, you can use it to lead her out, and she will be able to get reborn, then! Mr. Crawford, when that happens, you will not need to work so hard to find her corpse!”