Soulless Novels & Stories

Laughter- low and crawling, like something dragged from a grave- echoed. “You’re standing inside my soul, boy. This is my world. My domain.” The figures convulsed. Limbs cracked as they turned their attention to us, their soulless gazes flicking toward me. Lucian raised his blade. “Then I’ll cut through your damn soul.” The first creature lunged.

His dark aura pulsed like a black sun, casting an eerie glow across the tomb. Around him, the spirits of the seven deadly sins—Pride, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, and Lust—gathered in eerie harmony. They spoke in hushed tones, plotting their next move. They were powerful beings, ancient and destructive, planning to break the barrier that kept them from entering the world of the living, from entering the Christ—the realm they could dominate. "Time is running out," Nihil's voice echoed through the tomb, chilling and commanding. "We must act swiftly. Once we break the seal, we can bring this world to its knees."

The "Gold-Grey Static" from the CEO woman hit Silas Blackwood like a wave of conceptual acid. It wasn't the "Biological Remorse" he was used to; it was a "Synthetic Grief"—a simulated version of his own 30-year pride, amplified and distorted by the human’s unstable marrow. Silas fell to his knees on the white-glass floor, his gold-and-sapphire skin "glitching" as the human’s parasitic hunger tried to "Down-sample" his soul.

“The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.” Before Soreth could speak, the entity began to dissolve, retreating into the cracks of the Vault’s walls — vanishing like smoke drawn back into a lung. But its final whisper lingered. > She will remember for you. The Vault sealed itself with a shuddering sigh. Soreth stood alone in the darkness, the mark on his hand still burning faintly — and for the first time in his long, undead existence, he felt the weight of fear. Not for himself.

2015, December 24th, England I stared at the lifeless woman, lying on the cold marble floor, her eyes wide open, and her pupils turned all white from once vibrant blue specs. I covered her naked body which had become pale white, with a white cloth. "Now, you are purified, my love..." I whispered coldly and smiled without humor at the cold body that was once warm with a burning desire for me during our copulation. All humans were born to be filthy and sinful and this lifeless woman was not different. An adulterer. A lustful, dirty woman. The moment she saw my deceitful beauty, she did not hesitate and jumped on my bait even when her husband dearly loved her. She had gotten what she deserved.

I wondered out loud. "A soulless human doesn't have what other humans have. They get hated, and bullied. For them, the world is colorless and dull. They are like a wanderer, living only because it's what others do. They search for something knowing they could never find it and that's happiness." Indeed, I was a soulless human. "A soulless human is what we have become because we fell in love when we shouldn't. And we should hate him, not love him because he's doing the same thing, and this time, he might succeed and the world would be covered with nothing but darkness."

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

Azrael stepped beside me and said, “You know why Syne doesn’t want to kill your brother? Well, I assumed you didn’t know because the rest of the angels weren’t aware… ” “She loves my brother and she doesn’t want to…” Azrael laughed which made me stop. I waited for him to stop laughing because it seems to him that everything that’s happening is just a game. I think I am starting to hate him now. I decided to leave him there until he said, "Your brother has no soul." I turned to him. "What?" “Vampires have no soul. Aren’t you aware of that? ” I was caught off guard. I never thought about it. I didn’t even realize how important having a soul was because we are vampires, we don’t die. So, why do

"Did you want to do this Westley? .. No your going to keep being the coward awesome NOW SHUT UP! Im sorry I didn’t realize how sheltered a life you have led, and your absolutely right I didn’t get to know you at all. But lets not get things twisted he’s not so innocent, do you want to know what his powers do?” She looks at me like a deer caught in head lights and just nods, “All the elders and witches my parents have consulted have had one word for it. He is known as a Stealer not of things but mates, and the reason why it’s called that is because he can make anyone feel the mate bond with him. Have you ever heard humming while you’re with him, but magically he vanishes before you know where

The possessed body sighed, raised the faces to the night sky, the face on the right side mouth was half-opened with slightly squinted eyes giving off a sarcastic smile and the other on the left side gave a muscled face, frozen in deep hatred. "Ah, feels good." The face on the center chillingly said clasping his eight arms around his possessed body, wholeheartedly embracing the new look. Then the possessed body held the centered face, "Ugh… how my minds against the memories of this body ache all over…" he beheld the Immortal on the humongous barrier. "Yes. That black chain on you, this body’s memories speak loudly on how it was said to have the power to extract the souls of the dead sending t