Soul Sword Novels & Stories

He sang, clothed in embellished robe, holding a shimmering long sword with the letter ‘E’ blaze on it and in the other holding a decanter filled with the mixture of glowing honey and soaked egg in it. “Earlier I saw two of the Divine Humanes fighting those bounty hunters and it was magical, on the other hand not threatening enough.” Said a middle-aged male having a grandiose and a muscled body, with his brown dreadlocks packed upward, balbo bearded, dressed in fur clothing only covering the lower part of his body with the letter ‘G’ scared vividly on his brown-skinned muscled back.

"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."

BOOOOMMM! The soul blocked Xiao Chen’s attack, but it didn’t last long—a single kick sent it flying effortlessly. Before it could regain its balance, Xiao Chen had already appeared behind it and slashed the sword at the soul’s waist. But just as the soul was struck, Xiao Chen noticed something strange: the soul wasn’t split at all. The slash simply passed through as if it hadn’t cut anything at all, and a smile appeared on the spirit’s face. It had entered Xiao Chen’s body because it was certain that nothing could cut it—even if the sword was wielded by Xiao Chen’s spirit. But a sword is an inanimate object, so anything classified as an object couldn’t possibly touch it.

But to me, all his words belonged to a past life. Had he truly wished to be with me, he wouldn't have tied me up and discarded me in the middle of nowhere after my artificial kidney caused a rejection. He was only saying all this now because he had failed. Then, he produced a paring knife and stabbed it into his abdomen. Crimson blood stained his white coat, stark and vivid. He slowly collapsed, face down, and his grip on the knife gradually loosened. "I was wrong, Cassidy…" Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth.

Behind them, a massive army of hybrids and witches emerged, their presence crackling with power that pulsed in the air. Jordyn, with her auburn hair flowing and her gold eyes glowing with fierce purpose, held her hands out, summoning a shield of magic that protected her and those at her side from the remaining rogues. Dan, towering beside her with his broad stance and fierce gaze, raised his weapon high, his deep voice echoing through the battlefield. "Today, we end this!"

’ everybody assumed impatiently. Tension of the crowd was aroused in alarm, their hearts raced with unwelcoming anticipation. Finally, a figure emerged from the huge waves as a victor, the sword of Eryndor– Eryndor, exhausted but triumphant, his Conch shell still clutched in his hand.

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.

As he was talking, Lou’s voice trailed off. At this moment, he was staring wide-eyed at David in front of him in shock. Because a long red sword had appeared in David’s hand at some point. The long sword was not scary. What was terrifying was the long sword in the hands of the Eternal Golden Body. That was no ordinary sword. It was a Soulbound Weapon, a priceless treasure! Lou had been a dishonest merchant for so many years, but all his savings added up was still not enough to buy a Soulbound Weapon.

For the handle, he took a piece of frozen wood and infused it with his flame before modeling it with his Ax into a crude pair or grips, he didn't have any form of glue but was pleasantly surprised that his fire made the whole thing hold in one piece. The final product ended being an ugly pitch-black shortsword with light-blue energy similar to souls in agony coming from its blade. When he took it to examine it further, he got a notification: [Item created!]: [Death infused sword.] Attack +3 Dexterity +2 Agility +1 Passive effect: [Soul reaper]: The Death infused sword automatically collects the souls killed by its blade to strengthening itself. Its master will absorb part of the spiritual fo

[Soul Palace] Strike their soul and be my sword! For those that pry on thee shall suffer an unstoppable agony! [Pain Infliction] I stroke back on the mental plane, both defense and offense! The soul palace is the fruit of all the hard work I put into creating the [Archive] A barricade made of all my familiars' modified consciousness, standing as my shield, material to build a palace around my soul! Not only protecting me from being attacked but also erodes the foreign souls that enter without my permission!