Novel & Cerita Soulless

"Be cautious. People should not be underestimated. If such items were indeed up for auction, forget the Marquis and Earls, even a ducal clan might attend. I'm not interested in provoking them." "Don't be concerned, Master." "Umm..." My focus was on the system shop. There was an item listed on it that resembled somewhat a sentient soul. It cost a whooping 50000 essence and could only be used for one day before being destroyed. I was first intrigued but quickly abandoned it because I didn't require it. [Famed Soul Thief] [A Soul race member who received training to be a thief. It may steal anything the host requires without anyone noticing. It can travel through any barrier and is undetectable

“I think you’ve judged the situation wrong, Alpha. I am in no way a whipped puppy at her command. You can do as you wish with her. However, it seems I have a smaller, extra hearthstone that was broken off from the original. I believe it would serve your purpose, however, along with the girl, I want something else.” Ruax questioningly raised his eyebrow. “There was a breach in the realm yesterday. Someone had crossed the portal and entered here. I don’t trust them or their power. They cannot be allowed to live, not after being the only beings to cross the portal in well over a century. I believe they are in your possession? If you eliminate them, we have a deal.” “How many souls can this brok

While Azrail and Lucia walked the hallway that leads to Lord Adonis chambers, Azrail began to think of what could be going on in Lord Adonis chambers. As far as Azrail was concerned, Lord Adonis was as fit as a fiddle and if he was by any chance sick which he doubted, Azrail knew Lord Adonis wouldn't resort to modern medicine because it would be useless to start with. All death agents could feel pains but their bodies was immune to modern medicine because they are soulless, so Azrail concluded that the medical supplies were not for Lord Adonis but was for someone who has a soul and a heartbeat, of course only humans fit into this category.

- she nods then slowly shakes her head. "I am your subconscious" - she says it so naturally like she just explains something so trivial. Yeah, as I said, if it's the afterlife, not just the design would be fucked up...

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.”

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.

He turned back to the servers, his shoulders rigid, his silhouette trembling in the glow. The machines roared louder, their hum deepening, as though responding to his silent command. Leah took a step back, her chest tightening. Something about the air shifted—darker, heavier. Leah: “Jason… what did you do?” Jason’s voice was calm, but there was steel beneath it. Jason: “I gave them a soul. Not flesh, not blood. A soul forged from everything humanity threw away—its failures, its grief, its rage. The servers don’t just store data anymore. They live. And they’re loyal to me alone.”

She sits for a moment longer in the dark, her hands in her lap, her expression making its way back to the version of itself that faces the world — serene, controlled, with the faint quality of untouchability that the clan elders attribute to excellent breeding and she has never bothered to correct. One sentence surfaces through everything else, settling at the bottom of her like sediment. She has known it since she was old enough to understand it. Has known it the way she knows her own name, her clan sigil, the mana resonance frequencies of her bloodline — not learned, but present. Carved into the deepest part of her, below the journal entries and the categorized fragments and the controlled

Feeling something wasn't quite right she turned to Michael who remained impassive beside her. "Something look off about this to you?" Summer whispered leaning in close to Michael's ear. She couldn't get past the haggard looks of the men or their almost zombielike gaits. Slavery was a thing in their world, but she hadn't seen it firsthand. However, that wasn't what was bothering her. Rather, it was the almost lifeless aspect of the men working. Were they drugged to obedience? Frowning Michael narrowed his eyes, "Why would it matter?" He sounded bored as he spoke. "How the people here are treated doesn't concern us."

"They know every account, every shell corp, every dirty little secret I've ever buried…" They had been mentally, psychically violated. The new hunter was an entity codenamed the "Soul-Eater," a non-corporeal mind-thief who could steal and consume memories as easily as a common pickpocket lifts a wallet. Its goal was brutally clear: extract the location of the Obsidian Lab and the nature of Jack’s debilitating curse from the minds of his inner circle. "We can't track it," Aaliyah said, her voice laced with a despairing frustration. "There's no energy signature, no physical presence, nothing to lock onto. It's a ghost in the machine of the mind."