Novel & Cerita Soulless

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul. The black substance stopped within the soul at the area the heart used to be. The soul tried to get it out but it couldn't. I looked at the demon and it breathed in and then out. Suddenly blood started piercing out of the demons jaw and it stared directly at the place where the black substance was. It was only then I had realized the kind of demon I had summoned. This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most.

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

Sophia replied, her voice clipped, a sharp blade in the dark. As Zero slammed the Enter key, Sophia felt the red mole at the corner of her eye ignite as if pierced by a red-hot iron. A torrent of chaotic, freezing code flooded her mind, a digital blizzard of memories and malice. It was the "Shadow"—the spectral grudge from her past life, weaponized by the algorithm—making its final, desperate struggle to overwrite her soul before the connection severed.

“I know Aspen. Let’s keep the rogues back and pray Maliyah is strong enough to face him until Davina can help her. We are unable to help her up there.” Neither of us like being in this position but we don’t have a choice. These rogues seem a little off. I could swear some have different body parts that do not belong and it’s as if though the body is moving, there is no one in their mind. The eyes appear soulless. “These soulless creatures’ blood tastes awful,” gags Nero. “I want to know what in the world Alastor has been up to.”

he says and I nod, what do I mean for him? "And what do I mean for you?" I asked him when he didn't start talking. "You see wolves, ones like me, we are born without a soul," he says. "That's impossible, everyone got a soul," I answer him. "Not us, we're not just humans, we're also wolves, and we are born soulless," he says. "What does that make you?" I ask him, killers? Murderer? Psychopath? "That makes me, Stella, it makes me a creature without a soul that lives inside my body," he says.

I thought, "Dear God, if you're still willing to listen even if I have no white ribbon to make my wish, but on the account that I'd prayed to you and lit up the candle so sincerely many times in the past, please grant this final wish of mine. "I wish that I, Winter Brooke, will no longer have anything to do with him, Finnegan Churchill, for the rest of our lives, or even the next life if there is one."

Well, almost empty if not for us: Noah, Lowan, Maura, Cass, the arnis guy, another guy in a butler outfit, a girl in a maid's outfit holding a bow and arrow, a girl with a high ponytail equipped with a sword that looked like a katana, and me. There were three more beasts waiting for us on the yard. I bet the masked cosplayers were holding them off as the arnis dude came for us. The creature that chased us just emerged from the building entrance with an arrow on its head. We were surrounded by four beasts as huge as hippos. I didn't have any choice. I had to de-soul. De-souling is when I materialize my soul so that my body would be an empty vessel for the dark. Most people cannot de-soul so w

Time becomes their tormentor, as a soul cannot endure for more than an hour within the suffocating embrace of the vault. The effects of the Soul Dungeon's essence are readily apparent in its victims. Their once vibrant and rosy complexion fades to an eerie pallor, while their body grows cold to the touch. The life sparks within them dims and wanes, until ultimately it is extinguished, leaving behind only a lifeless husk. The Souls Dungeon stands as a testament to the depths of suffering that can be inflicted upon the human spirit. It is a place where hope goes to die, and where the remnants of life are cruelly extinguished, leaving behind nothing but eternal darkness.