Soul Refiner Novels & Stories

I was hesitating. "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry," I thought. "I know you told me that I always had to repay everyone in full for the kindness they showed me. I have no way to repay Gordon for his kindness, but I cannot allow his hard work to go to ruins because of me." The bakery that Gordon owned was just a very small family bakery run by himself. In the past, I had lived a luxurious life as Ms. Brooke and never bothered lowering myself to understand the pains of those who barely scraped by in society.

Gordon said. “We just lost an ancient relic that is worth billions of dollars. Yarikh's box. We also lost billions on the blood moon when your friends burnt down our base in Westview. Our sponsors are losing their patience with me. If we don't get those genes from you today... Well, I need those genes.” “You sponsors, who are they?” I asked. “It's none of your business, Abby!” he yelled. “Just get in the truck.” “I'll go with you either way, so just tell me who your sponsors are,” I said. “I just want to know who is so interested in me that they spend billions for 17 years.”

Still trying to find what they lost. Tania learned it since she was little. They, who slowly turned into evil creatures when they refused to cross the path into the afterlife. They would manifest into a black monster who feast on innocent souls. Some soul would remain lost, living in the grey dimension, the in-between. Some would turn evil. Some would be caught by the grim reaper, those who deliver souls into the underworld or to Heaven. “Sometimes we can help them,” John said, “sometimes we can’t.”

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

Reyna Andrews • It was a quite sudden question when I ask that to Adrian. I suspected he was different when he asked me those questions. I wasn't paranoid or anything about him. It's just that he somehow smells different than a regular human being. And I wanted to know if he was a werewolf or just a plain human that believes in the supernatural. He shook his head. "No, I'm a Hunter. A Hunter who kills werewolves." "Oh..." I say, awkwardly and silently...

Suddenly, he became warm again. The momentum that was strong enough to crush people's souls suddenly disappeared. "Spiritual sense... has become stronger..." From behind the Gates of Hell came the voice. "I didn't expect... you are a Body Refiner..." "The body of a Body Refiner is a weapon that can move freely through the Path to Immortality. Therefore, not only does the exterior have to be tough, but spiritual sense inside should also be strong." Caspian said. Just now, he also understood this principle.

"In the past, I really did not have a good way to deal with this, but now it's different. It's your destiny. Go to hell!" As Qin Haodong said that, he reached out his hand and a fiery red herb appeared in his palm. It was the Soul Refining Grass he got from the herb garden. Soul Refining Grass was a kind of herb often used by the evil cultivators in the Cultivation World. If this kind of herb was ground into powder and scattered on the body of the victim, it would burn the opponent's soul and spirit. Finally, it would become a walking dead, and then it would be used to refine a Corpse Puppet.

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe

Lu Xuemo said with an awkward smile on his face. "This is the case. A nine-star Elixir Grandmaster from our Alchemist Alliance has suffered a backlash during his training. Hence, we need to refine a Nine-star Soul Gathering Pill..." "Nine-star Soul Gathering Pill?" Hearing this name, Zephyr Khan raised his eyebrows slightly. The Nine-star Soul Gathering Pill, as its name implied, was a ninth-grade elixir. It required a nine-star Elixir Grandmaster to be able to refine it. Once it was refined, it would be extremely beneficial to one's soul. This was especially the case when one consumed such an elixir for the backlash of one's soul. It was sufficient to change the situation of the backlash.