Soulless Novels & Stories

The fact that a trainee was sent to get help meant that the Alpha is seriously injured. "Where are they?" The Beta asks. The sound of urgency in his voice is bright and clear. I train my hearing onto the two considering I would need to figure out the way home. No one wanted to deal with Soulless. Soulless was what the werewolf community called wolves who have lost their mind. Their eyes were bloodthirsty and dull as if they no longer had a soul left in their body. They were wolves who had lost their soulmate either in a tragic accident or through rejection, or they were kicked out of their pack. In the end, they become rogues an

But the Soulless reformed, relentless. "We can't fight them," Ronan said. "We can only run." "Then we run. Find out what they want." They retreated to a cave, the Soulless howling outside. Elias leaned against the wall, breathing hard. "What are they?" "Souls that lost their way," Clara said. "Wolves who traded their spirits for power. They're not alive. They're not dead. They're somewhere in between." "Can we stop them?" "I don't know. But we're going to find out."

Outside in the mist, Kolden walked back into the city's indifferent machinery with something he hadn't arrived with — not warmth, not hope, nothing that dramatic. Just the knowledge that the almost had been seen. And somewhere in the flatness, something registered it. Odon Kuraim felt the severance-scarred man move through the city and reached toward the familiar emptiness — and found, at the edges, something he couldn't feed on. Not a bond. Not yet. But the ghost of one, refusing to fully disappear. He moved on, hungrier than before.

Muhammad huffed. "Okay, okay I'm sorry for laughing." She said chuckling lightly as she wiped under her lids, "they're called backup singers." "Backup singers, assistant singers, aren't they the same thing dama." "I don't think there's even anything like assistant singers." She was still laughing when they got to the gallery and Muhammad parked. "So ready to feast your eyes on beautiful artworks?" "I just want us to be done here as fast as possible so we can go to cactus restaurant." Amirah said dryly.

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

"Why do you say that? Do you want to hurt me? But you haven't succeeded! I love you. I've always loved you. And I don't care what you are, what your past is. I just love your existence. I just love what you are, I love you for being born into this world." Celeste lowered her eyes down and clenched her hands in her fists and said, "I've seen too much death and too much suffering. My soul is black and there is no room in it for love. My heart has long been destroyed. Do you want to love someone like me?" Still on his knees, he bent even lower and looking at her little feet, which were in old shoes, said, "Both in darkness and in daylight, among evil and good, among the living and dead, I love

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.

Stralath hummed a human song as the elevator slid below ground, and Cleona shot him a strange look which he ignored. He liked earthling music which showed creativity and spirit. He'd stayed up late scrolling the internet and uploaded an extensive playlist to the "insight device" attached to his skull. Coco cleared her throat, and he reluctantly tapped the disc behind his ear, shutting off the rhythmic sound waves rolling through his mind. "The fisheri won't talk, and we've tried everything short of torture." Coco rocked back on her heels.

Xiao Dust looked at the Soul Mound and said coldly. "Interesting ..." Soul Mound grimly laughed, his arms spread, suddenly turned out a dozen black misty dead spirit puppets out, these dead spirit puppets, the same similar to the corpse puppets, no soul, no thought, in the world of man with the grievances of the power of the dead gas for life.

WARNING: SYSTEMIC OVERRIDE DETECTED. The blue waveform of the Admin spiked on the terminal above my head. Kael’s digital shadow manifested across every screen in the Grand Hall, his white-light eyes wide with a frantic, digitized terror. “Leo, stop!” Kael’s voice boomed through the speakers, the baritone crackling with static. “The Well of Souls is saturated with necrotic silver-salt and the marrow-rot of the Failed. It isn't just water. It’s the liquid remains of every broken core the Council ever harvested.”