Soul Sword Novels & Stories

the older man snapped his finger, "you're still alive, dead spirit doesn't have energy colour like yours." So the older man found a protection spell from gods, then he saw Henry's soul was still connected to the world, meaning he was still alive. Henry looked at the toes of his shoes which looked dirty with dust and mud, his heart was beating fast. He could feel the pulse in his neck and the pounding of his heart beating against his ribs. "I- I'm still alive?" "Maybe the answer you are looking for is your memory and where is your body now," Tania's father's statement made Henry's thoughts swirl and feelings mixed.

“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.”

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

It is rumoured that the dragon sword's aura eliminates the regeneration of beings . " T-This... What are you doing? Kill her already!" Scarlett shouted, impatiently. Her nervousness overjoyed me to kill more of her remaining knights. I unsheathed another sword which was called Soul reaper. The mysterious sword that Drystan gave me before going into the battlefield. " Thanks to him, I can wipe out even the souls of these pathetic blood suckers," I cursed, slashing off the last black hood knight's head. His soul evaporated leaving only the dust of ashes.

She laced her fingers with my own before pecking my lips. “Your gift is called Soul Manipulation. I’ve only read about it in ancient texts of your species. Your goddess and our gods were allies. There was a great war on the horizon, and our gods warned her about it. They were not allowed to aid her more than that lest it throw off the balance of fate. So, she found the worthiest of her creation and gave him a gift that she created to be the most powerful gift ever created. The war was won, not without its casualties, but won, nonetheless. She knew how dangerous the gift could be in the wrong hands, so she took back the gift but vowed that she would find a permanent vessel for it who she coul

From the background Summer could hear Asher, but what he was saying she wasn't sure. "No time, tell your men I'm heading to my fathers study, I plan to kill that bastard." Not waiting for a response Summer quickly hung up and looked around for a weapon. Spotting a knife that her father kept hung on the wall as direction she moved forward. Wrapping her hand around the hilt she yanked until it snapped from its place leaving behind only nails and attachments. Weapon in hand Summer began to ascend the stairs that led to her father's study, taking in large gulps of air she prepared herself for what she had to do next.

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

"Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-" "Sword of the Godslayer." Minos swung his arms sidewards, like a musician that just delivered a heartwarming ballad. "So you're not really after my father, you're after the sword." "Yes." "You could have just said that." "Where's the fun in that?" "The only one who had fun in this room was you." Cassana glanced at Rei, who gave her an affirmative nod. "I hope you're not planning to be a bard, because you are terrible at it."

"Yes, Teacher!" Paisley laid out the weapons she had brought. The dark iron tray glowed with the wolves' unique shadow-light—each weapon was imbued with a faint soul energy. She first picked up a long, slender sword. Silver, cloud-like patterns floated on the blade, and the grip was wrapped in deer hide soaked in wolf blood. "Ellen, this 'Clear Wind Wolf Soul Sword' suits you best. When you swing it, it can draw on your pheromones to increase speed. I hope you continue to advance your swordsmanship."

He formed a very strong armor and added two swords in the grip of his soul. With a loud voice, Xiao Chen commanded the soul, "Go! Fight them for me!" As soon as he finished, Xiao Chen's soul flew away, swinging his sword. The sky, seeing this, immediately attacked with twenty lightning bolts directly at Xiao Chen's soul and five lightning bolts directly at Xiao Chen. SLASSSHHHH... BOOOOOMMM...