Soulless Novels & Stories

“You were born with a soul. They were not. The problem is, that version is also highly defective for other reasons.” “This,” he explains, “Is where I am hoping to grow version 3. We need them to be vessels that are ready for souls, but with just enough soul of their own to not be craving every soul they pass. We can’t have a city full of soulless people draining other people until they are soulless.” “That…that would be like making a zombie apocalypse only instead of eating brains they eat your aura,” I realized out loud. “Why are there so many children in that room if you knew that it didn’t work? Why did you keep on doing it?”

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

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

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

He some how lost more coloring in is face at my calm words “Ground Spears!” I shouted angrily punching up into the air. The soldiers that surrounded us were now high up on the points of the spears with blood gushing and dripping down the jagged rocks, more groans and moans of pain filling the air which was tainted with the scent of blood. “Soul Snatch!” I ripped the wispy soul out of the body, and he looked terrified. “Soul’s Doom!” Just like before, a white demon charged right at him and shredded his soul to many little pieces. The spears disappeared a moment later, and I was encircled by bodies.