Soul Refiner Novels & Stories

“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.”

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

Cristian thought that he would go crazy when he saw the inert body of his partner on the floor covered in blood. His body vibrated so painfully that the wolf stepped outside. Tearing at his clothes on the way he ran in the direction of the man who had hurt his wife, his soul mate, his half, the person he had waited so long for. The anger, the pain, the hatred; A mixture of overwhelmed feelings clouded all sanity, leading him into the abyss of revenge.

"I want you to help me give it to them." Asher's heart gave an involuntary flip. "Present?" Sarah's red lips lifted into an evil grin. Pulling her clutch from its place on the table beside her she began to rummage through it until she found what she needed. She held a tiny packet filled with white powder out flashing it to a confused looking Asher. "Do you know what this is Asher?" She asked now. Asher slowly shook his head feigning ignorance. He had a vague idea, but he didn't want to say as he tried to give Sarah the benefit of the doubt. After all this was real life not some ridiculous TV drama. People didn't actually plot to drug people to get their way, right?

Suddenly, he tapped lightly, and three red lights suddenly appeared in Samuel. "The pill refining technique requires refining the various characteristics of the materials and refining them into a new characteristic. Therefore, one's eyes must be fast, ears must be sharp, and nose must be sharp. Only then can one make the best choice at the best time. After I help you connect them, you can use the three spirits at the same time."

“Alright,” Blackie shrugged, “As I said, we used Soul Coupling as a reference to create a new soul-based, multiversal racial characteristic for worldborn. Basically, we gave your soul an ability to… uh… interact with other souls in a special way… which kinda made you into a eunuch,” Blackie laughed awkwardly, “but otherwise it is very handy! I guarantee that in the future, you’ll totally love it!”

And through the searing alchemical fire of vulnerability and hard-won perseverance, the Ghostwriter would be reborn from the ashes of his own destruction. I am a storyteller, a dreamer - and no matter how many times the world attempted to shatter him, the brave face would burn ever brighter. Woven not from arrogant facade, but the purifying bullion of the Soul Refiners' flames. In that moment, I could feel the stirrings of its molten heat licking at my tattered essence. And I welcomed the rebirth, no matter how excruciating, to burn away the specter of Hailey's phantoms at last.

Someone who has nothing to do with her. “I may not have the money and power you have, but your soul is empty, and that is what is eating you up. And of course, you cannot refute the fact that you and your parents are the most wicked souls that this planet has ever produced. You all deserve a trophy for being amazingly wicked!” I fire at her.

My hand clenched Tay’s instinctively, drawing strength from the steadying presence of my mate. Selene's smile deepened, filled with the kind of mystery that could only belong to a deity. “The prophecy you fear has always been misunderstood. It is not an ending, Serenity. It is a transformation. You are the bridge, the Keeper of Balance, and the awakening has given you the power to fulfill it.” The Graeae Sisters moved around us, their shimmering forms weaving in and out of the circle like flowing water. Their chant swelled, resonating in my chest like a second heartbeat.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.