Soul Shrieker Novels & Stories

“I don’t want your scraps. I don’t want you to give me anything. I built A&S. From the ground up. And I will show you that I can just as easily burn it to the fucking ground.” Her voice drops lower. Her lips curve as she leans closer. “So prepare yourself, darling. Because I’m going to show you the real Syra.” She turns sharply—brushing past me like I’m nothing more than air. Before I can react—before I can even breathe—she stops. And then— She screams. It’s not a human scream. It’s primal. Guttural. Devastating. A scream soaked in centuries of buried pain, betrayal, fury. It cracks the windows—shatters the glass in the chandelier—echoes like a soul tearing in two.

When it spoke, its voice was layered — thousands of tones speaking in perfect unison. “Why do you descend?” The reapers froze. The sound wasn’t heard so much as felt, vibrating through bone and thought alike. Veyra stepped forward, keeping her tone steady. “We seek the ones who stirred you.” “The Soulbound.” “Yes,” she said cautiously. “You know them.” The figure tilted its head. “Know? I remember them.” The walls trembled, and golden veins flared brighter. Soreth’s grip on his weapon tightened. “Where are they?” Veyra demanded.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Leave it at first I concentrate on IKha's song. When I found you, I found everything. The prayers of the heart went beyond the sky, It was then that I got you, O' my SOUL... _______________________ I found my SOUL in you. My world doesn’t exist beyond your arms, keep me here only, O' my SOUL... _______________________ The sight that your eyes don’t like, I’ll not see that scenery again... If I find you, I’ll leave myself, in you somewhere there is my shore...

" listen jake..." " No, you listen! You've been talking and I've listened for a long time but now you listen to me. she didn't deserve any of the things we've said or done to her, ever since she's gotten here, we've been nothing but jerks and she's been doing everything her work requires and more. Another person would have thrown the job back in my face but she didn't do that, instead, she put up with our shit, and that same person is laying in there because she was protecting my ass and there's no assurance whether she might live or not and we have even given her the chance to prove herself whether she's trustworthy or not. Do you know what that makes us? What that makes me? Assholes! It m

She realized, in her quest for escaping, she had stopped playing the flute, and that had bring the Gashadokuros back to reality and made her become their present prey. The voices seemed not to stop, they were noisy and her ears hurt so badly, as she closed her ears, trying to conceal the sound of those dead souls, these voices were sure going to Hunt her, if she leaves here, It was not just the skeletons that speaks, but the number of souls who live In one Skeleton that speaks, and she heard it, a little voice, which called her, by her name, "Sharriah, destroyer of evil, you cannot escape, you cannot escape, till you take the mark of a Gashadokuro."

The man scream echoed in the whole room, he was begging him to leave him. Shivay – YOU BLOODY YOU HURT MY GIRL, HOW DARE TO LAY YOUR FINGER ON HER, YOU MADE HER CRY, YOU FUCKER YOU WERE READY TO FORCE YOURSELF ON HER, YOU THINK I WOULD LEAVE THE BLOODY BASTARD WHO TRIES TO HURT MY GIRL, NO NEVER, SHIAVY SINGH OBEROI WILL KILL WHOEVER TRY TO HARM HIS ANGEL, THEY WILL FACE THE DEVIL ME, YOU’LL PAY FOR IT.

she said, her voice low, “this isn’t something you should be digging into. Soul Echo doesn’t exist anymore. It’s dangerous.” Her words caused a chill to race down my spine, but I held my ground, meeting her gaze with determination. “Why? What’s dangerous about it?” The healer hesitated, glancing around nervously. “You don’t understand. Soul Echo... it’s not just about feeling someone else’s pain. It’s transferring it. The person who experiences it, the person will feel the pain as if it’s your own. And it doesn’t stop. The pain keeps coming if you allow yourself to feel it, as if you’re drowning in it. The longer you’re connected, the more it bleeds into your soul. Some people... they never

I took the leap of faith and screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping an angel would listen to me and come for help. I yelled through the blocking object and the angel came. Yes, it was here to help; either to take my soul away or stop the torture. Right then, I heard sirens activating and buzzing to deafen humans. Oh, I wasn’t going to die today, angels had mercy on me. God was great.

Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake. Soul Shepherd: A weaker warrior that plays a vital role in supporting its allies. Soul Shepherds draw upon the souls bound to them to heal wounds and bolster the strength of their comrades, a beacon of spectral light amid battle.] "This skill is okay." I chuckled.