Soulless Novels & Stories

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.

It was not Luis Park but Nayna! He moved at her and helped. Her face was burnt! "This..." Luis Park didn't know this! He is useless. The Soul Sentinels can disappear and appear as real soul do. They can also make some damages. Especially that red one! It can burn a person! "....." Luis Park didn't know what to do! Yet he blunted a word that he always did. "Time Machine." Yet... That call didn't reach... "...." To be continued... Satou, D Vote ITIBT for more updates.

When he finally caught up with him, he could see the steam blowing out of Ornais’ ears. “You are completely unaware of how important this is,”Ornais began. “Abigail’s soul is the one soul that could shift the balance and you are still playing the same games you did with all the others. Frankly it’s really starting to piss me off. You don't get it do you? This soul was set to be sent to hell, her path already chosen.” He finished. Daniel was confused if Abigail's soul was on a path to hell already. Why was he here? “What are you rambling about now?” He asked Ornais.

"Any living creature has a soul. The shorter they die, the higher the chances of success. Henry Nelson died in just two or three days. How could his soul be gone?" As he spoke to himself, the expression of Valdis suddenly changed. "Could it be that when he died, his soul was destroyed?" The moment the words left his mouth, the face of Valdis turned a little paler than usual. Daisy was also shocked. When he died, his soul was destroyed. How powerful should he be? Even Valdis Goth could not do that! Valdis and Daisy had thought too much about this point. The reason why Valdis couldn't find Henry Nelson's soul was that Henry Nelson didn't die under normal circumstances. He was directly sucked i

She shuddered, eyes pinballing between his. “And that kind of death doesn’t kill the body at first. It starts with the soul. The mind. Because they can’t have what they desire. The body might be there but functioning barely. But the soul and mind? They’d be messed up. So messed up it’ll coax them into wanting to do things, crazy things just to prove to themselves they don’t want what they desire.” “You’re speaking in riddles!” she hissed, clucking her tongue. “Because it is. A riddle only a few can solve, female.”

I don't know how I am looking but with the horrid expressions on Alex and Joanna’s I may be looking like a fool and shit. “ E…E…Ezra, H..He…Is W…with…M..Mitchell.” I don't know how I uttered these words as my eyes are closing on their Accord and all I can see is blackness and their voices are absurd. I welcomed the darkness which was calling me and I happily welcomed it and kept falling and falling till I felt peace. “ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.”

If I am in a mine shaft, an old well, or just a hole in the ground, no one will ever find me. I hear the sound again, "Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch." This time it is even louder than it was before and it sounds strangely right above me. I hesitate to raise my hands for fear that I will connect with something that I don't necessarily want to and then I crouch down, hoping that whatever it is goes away before it finds me. Although, I already know better. I know what is haunting me and torturing my soul. She owns me and I know it. The minute she took my soul, pieces of my personality slowly started to disappear. Now I am just a shadow.

I had never seen him look so vulnerable, so small, so fragile as he hugged his dad. Say what you want about Blake Peters, but beneath the erratic and carefree aura, he was a sweet, nice guy. Molly sat in the passenger seat of the sheriff's car, dissatisfied as I expected her to be. Vengeance always sounds satisfying in theory, but it never really changes anything. She killed Anthony Gordon and burnt down Jericho's base, but Kelvin was still dead. Mr. Gordon and the Chesterfields could always return with a fresh plan, and Anthony Gordon could go to hell for all she cared, but Kelvin would still be dead. Nothing could bring him back.

Liam stated, his feminine voice calmer than earlier. “Same here, I hit my head and boom I woke up in you body.” Lara chirped in. Kate silently watched and listened to them, it was clear to her now that insanity hovered in the air. “Oh my goodness I almost forgot, I’m not Kate, my name is Elton Musk, after creating the new Tesla model I slept and woke up in this body” Kate blabbed, with disbelief written all over her. “C’mon Kate, this is serious” Lara mumbled.

I gestured to Amethyst, who had knocked over the stack of blocks and was clapping her hands in glee. His smile grew, more genuine this time. “Me too.” It was hard to believe how far we’d come. There had been nights when I didn’t think we’d make it when the darkness seemed overwhelming. The figurine had been the focal point of that despair, a grotesque little relic that radiated malevolence. I could still picture it vividly: the dark, polished wood etched with runes that seemed to shift when you weren’t looking directly at them, the faint hum of power that made my skin crawl whenever I was near it.