Soulless Novels & Stories

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

"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

- 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...

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

Lucian's helpful touch was overlayered by memories of their painful administrations, and it left me shattered. ​No matter how much I scrubbed my skin under the warm water that eventually turned cold, I still felt just as dirty. ​Sassy returns my way and I shake my head to push the painful memories back. I make quick work of picking up and throwing away her mess, gagging throughout the task while Sassy watched with a happy tongue flopping out of her mouth. I shake my head at her, my heart warming at her helpless innocence. I pet her a little longer than usual before we make our way back inside.

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."