Soul Sword Novels & Stories

He started to look for the Sword Soul of the Rusted Sword. According to the Sword Master, the quality of the Rusted Sword was extremely high. For such a high-level weapon, it would have a Sword Soul of the Sword Spirit in it. However, because of the severe damage, the Sword Soul of the Sword Spirit in the Rusted Sword either had died or was sleeping in an extremely weak state.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

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.

At that moment, he had a pleased smile on his face. He held his sword in both hands as he slashed right at Fane. His sword was filled with a bloody aura, and the bloody aura formed the shape of many skulls in the air. The skulls were like angry spirits in hell. They seemed to only be willing to rest after ripping Fane to shred. Fane snorted as his gray sword appeared in his hands. Seventy-five Soul Swords were condensed in a flash. With a clap, the seventy-five Soul Swords condensed into the gray sword in Fane's hand.

I whisper to him, and he hiccups. Varien looks up at me, and I smile at him. "I, Reyna Andrew, cut ties Fallow Pack," I announced. I feel my sore, beat-up body into a new bond between me and Varien. "Let's go Varien."

“Hmm? Well, if you’re interested, the first sword goes by Xyan, the Sword of Divinity. As for the second and third ones, they’re Xyan, the Sword of Benevolence, and Xenith, the Sword of Sovereignty… Empyrean was the fourth sword, I believe, and it’s the Sword of Might. The Sword of Nobility, on the other hand, is Titan, which is also the fifth sword.” “As for swords six and seven, both of them are the Swords of Love, Gwaine and Morgen. The eighth sword is the one you’re currently wielding, Fishgut, the Sword of Courage. If I remember correctly, the ninth one is called Jochem, the Sword of Solitary, and as for the final sword, it goes by the name of Charmella, the Sword of Elegance!” “Each of

The Soulmate Covenant is the connection of two souls, the bridging of differences in the name of love, peace, and harmony. Goddess Freya, Goddess of Fate, determines these pairings up on high. But the love between these two souls is nonetheless very real and very powerful. Love cannot be forced, even by a goddess. Therefore, The Covenant is but a seed that must be nurtured and watered to grow. The seed is planted, and it is up to the soulmated pair to tend to it. But if the wrong choice is made that intentionally harms part of the pair, that plant with wither and die.

"You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you." We focused our attention on her as she held Gabriel and Raphael by the neck. They have no trace of wounds but you can see the weakness in them as if they have been fighting Syne for years. Is Syne really that powerful? "Wait, what?" Vanna said. "Vampires can grow a soul?" "Anyone can grow a soul," she replied. "Let's settle this Michael," she firmly said. "Just us and let's forget about the vampires. After all, it should only be between us."

" Don't worry, your family is next and Caroline will get hers worst of all." "What have I ever done to you," I ask as tears fill my eyes. "You're an abomination of the devil," he screams in my face and plunges a blade in my lower abdomen. I grunt as I feel the hilt against my stomach. The next thing I know he's punching me all over with spiked brass knuckles. All I could think about with every blow was that my family is safe and I get out of here. My vision starts to fade and water is splashed on my face. "Wake up, I'm not done with you bitch," he sneers and I hear a whip crack.

She was obviously shocked. Just as Samuel was about to speak, a huge dark soul suddenly rose from the crack in the ground. His body was as tall as a pile of mountains, surrounded by dark mist. He opened his mouth and spat out large mouthfuls of blood. "Sky-breaking Sword!" Even though he looked intimidating, in front of Samuel, what was a big deal of a dark soul? He brought Qin Shuang with him and pierced through the mid-brows of the dark soul with his sword. Following the incomparably distorted roar of the dark soul, Samuel brought Qin Shuang through its head.