Soul Stone Blade And Soul Novels & Stories

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."

It was a mix of my starlight and Alaric's dark power. The crack didn't grow. The glass held. I was halfway across. I could see Alaric’s eyes. They weren't cold anymore. They were wide, watching me with something that looked like hope. But then, Morgana moved. She pulled a small silver whistle from her belt and blew a silent note. Suddenly, the soul link in my head snapped. The connection to Alaric was gone. The golden light under my feet vanished. Crrr-ack! The glass floor beneath me shattered into a thousand pieces. I screamed as I felt the air rush past my ears. I was falling. The obsidian spears were rushing up to meet me.

I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth. “And yet, she is gone,” Libra stepped into my line of sight, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows. “You have the blade. You have the right. Why leave his soul to Allah when you can take it yourself? Feed the hunger, little bird. End the cycle by becoming the end of him.” I see the knife in my hand. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there, and it feels right. I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do.

Bound by the Soul-Oath, bound by duty, and bound by the ghosts of their past. --- The afternoon sun was high when the final match of the tournament began. The crowd roared as two soldiers faced off, their swords raised in a show of strength. But as the battle raged on, Selene felt a disturbance in the air—a shift in Kael’s energy that tugged at her like a magnetic force.

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

Adrian speculated that the Hellblade was from another world. It had similarities with the Divine Frost Slayer Blade, but also stark differences. The eerie and sinister aura it carried was its biggest difference from the Divine Frost Slayer Blade. There was no doubt that there was a spirit in the Hellblade. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been constantly at odds with the Divine Frost Slayer Blade, even making the Divine Frost Slayer Blade powerless against it.

Blade energy rippled outward in all directions, saturated with murderous intent. Chase instantly sensed that he had been locked onto, but he also noticed that his own blood and energy were starting to boil. It seemed Stone's killing intent was subtly affecting his soul. As a member of a body-refinement sect, the fact that Stone was able to use soul techniques to this degree was genuinely impressive. Clearly, he had begun preparing early to break into the martial nirvana stage by strengthening his soul. 'Ambitious guy,' Chase thought. Even so, his hands were not idle. Greedy Wolf shot into the air, clashing with Prison Suppressor mid-flight.

I said softly to Blade who was still staring at me. "Thanks, Willa." Blade whispered back and leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Baby? Can you fix mine up too?" Stone asked in a soft tone I had never heard from him. I looked up to see Stone looking at me with a tender look. I gulped and nodded as he smiled. Blade scowled but got up and Stone took his seat. I shook my head as I looked at Stone's hands. They were as bad as Blades. "Don't you guys know how to punch properly?" I scolded as I cleaned his wounds.