Soul Stone Blade And Soul Novels & Stories

The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater. Laila brought her left blade up to block the strike, the sapphire fire of her steel meeting the black mist of the naginata with a horrific, screeching sound that sounded like a metal file scraping against her skull. The pressure was immense, the black smoke actively trying to crawl down her silver blade and infect her hand, but the runic lines on her knuckles flared with a bright white heat that burned the mist into a white ash before it could touch her skin. She pivoted on her heel, her right blade

Noah’s eyebrow twitched, and he pretended not to have heard Blackie’s cackling, “Alright, so what is this reactionary response? What happens when it is triggered?” “Ah, this reactionary response…” Blackie’s tone was rather nonchalant, “It’s what you’d call a soul cuddle.” Within seconds, Noah’s face crumpled into an expression that could only be described with the words ‘are you shitting me?!’ Blackie smirked knowingly, “Ah, but not just anyone can afford to cuddle with a soul of a worldborn! In most cases, your soul hug will figuratively choke the living daylights out of them.”

Every soul who had tried and failed. Or succeeded. At the edge of the molten bridge ahead stood the altar. There it was. The Stone Blade. It hovered above a black pedestal, suspended by nothing but its own weight of meaning. It glowed not with light, but with silence—perfect stillness in a world of fire. It had no hilt, only stone molded for her palm, and a jagged edge that looked as if it had been pulled from the core of the moon itself. The voice of the Guardian boomed once more across the chamber: "To wield the blade, you must be willing to lose all you love."

BLADE. “But your mate is a strong one,” Lucy added as she smiled warmly before pointing at me. “And you... are her best talisman. You’re keeping Althea strong, Blade. So never underestimate your part in this fight.” “We got this. We have each other.” Stone added, and I nodded my head. “I can shield the whole territory, but I need your blood. Put her to bed, and I can take your blood after.” Patrea said. “No. Take now. I don’t want to leave her alone tonight.”

It was not war. It was soul. Seren’s hand hesitated. “You’re dying,” she said again. “I’m choosing how,” Kael whispered. “Let me.” He drew his blade, its hilt marked by teeth worn down by generations of warriors. It wasn’t ceremonial. It was real. The blade that had carved through Dustborn at the Hollow War. The blade that had once guarded Seren’s mother. He didn’t wait for permission. Kael sliced his palm open, the wound deep and jagged.

He mustn't let his mind fall into disorder! "Soul-as-blade!" With a loud shout, an a-hundred-feet-long black demonic sword suddenly appeared in the sky. Dark clouds gathered and lightning thundered. It was none other than the third transformation of the Mystic Diabolic Enchantment, the Soul-as-blade. It was a fatal attack that used true souls as a sacrifice.

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…

Cameron nodded, grabbing Mikael's stuff and moving towards a shadow, "Text me the address?" He paused, raising an eyebrow as Lukas shook his head, "No, no digital communication. It's a dead spot, so your phones won't work there anyway, but send nothing regarding the location to each other." Cameron cocked his head at him then, "We'll just.. follow you then?" he asked awkwardly, and Lukas shook his head again. "Travel seperate, arrive from different directions, at different times. Look for the bluestone house, in the valley by the stream, northwest of the town. From the ground, the tree cover is thick through there."

Right as he was about to ask what was up, Dillon beat him to it and spoke up first. "When we're together you'll need the blade to kill the demons. So you'll equip it. When we're apart, I'll need the light from the stone to vaporize the demons, so I'll equip it. When we're together, yer the sword and I'm the chain; when we're apart, I'm the sword and yer the chain. We accepted all of each other last night, so we may as well play all the roles for each other too," he explained softly. "... Yer fantastic, dude. Only you could weave a story like that. You have an incredible heart. I accept. We'll share it. We gotta name the blade, though," Tony stated.

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Impossible." She said. I immediately put my sword on her neck and pierced the tip on her throat. "I win." I said. She glared at me. "Is that really what you think?" She said and threw sand at my face. The sand got in my eyes and I found it difficult to see. "Lucif!" I heard Diana's voice say. Diana screamed loudly and then there was silence. "Diana! I heard Linda cry out in tears.