Soulless Novels & Stories

"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."

The houses were on each side of the street, and the street went on forever. "What....what is happening?" Kasey shakily asked, her mind already concluding. "It's the souls of the dead... replaying scenes of their lives..." Belasco softly said, sorrow coating his words. "I'm also known as the lord of the lost. These souls will never be free. Not one person has managed to break their cycle since eons ago... These are my people. But yet...I can't help them." Kasey fell quiet, letting Belasco continue leading her to the other side of the street and through another alley. All the way until they reach what looked like it could've been a farming field. But nothing grew. It was now just dried soil. "

He was sick, twisted, and too damn handsome. I kept struggling to buy time. King Lou knew I wouldn't stay dead. Instead, he'd kill me, and a damned soul would take up residence, bringing me back good as new. I hated souls of the damned, and unlike souls from heaven, the damned felt foggy in my head. Years of torture, and past lives of being murderers, thieves, and degenerate slime, gave them the power sometimes to cloud my judgment. All that hate is a powerful thing.

Honestly, their teamwork was pretty impressive. It was just a shame that they had underestimated their opponent. Wilbur let out a cry, his body lighting up with roaring energy flames as a terrifying pressure spread out around him. The Soulless were able to mess with one's spiritual energy, but they were powerless against pure spirit energy.

Donna added one more thing, her tone grave, "All of S-tier Malevolent Phantoms build our defenses entirely with soul energy. You've clashed with Specter twice now—you should know this already. "So, if your wife ever charged straight at one of us, those terrifying, nearly impenetrable defenses we rely on would shatter like cheap glass in front of her. Hollow Soul breaks right through."

“Why is my soul different?” “I don’t know,” Hayden said, his voice filled with frustration. “I’ve been trying to figure it out, but I haven’t been able to. All I know is that the furies are desperate to get their hands on it. And if they do…” He didn’t finish the sentence, but I knew what he meant. If the furies got my soul, it would be over. For me. For Hayden. For the Underworld. I swallowed hard, trying to push down the rising tide of fear. “Then we have to stop them.”

"They're something else entirely. They were human once, thousands of years ago. But they found a way to transcend death without becoming deadies. They exist between states—not alive, not dead, not quite real." "How?" Willow asked. "By binding themselves to the system. The Soul Recycle Program isn't just a game. It's a machine. A construct built from collected souls, powered by suffering and fear. The administrators are part of that machine. They can't exist without it." "So if we destroy the machine...." Marcus started. "You destroy them. Yes." Dracula leaned forward. "But here's the problem. The machine is made of deadies. Millions of them. Every soul that's ever been trapped in the game is

"Damn you and your fucking company full of weirdos!" "See you tomorrow," He said smiling like he won a competition. Ugh! If someone will let me choose between the guy in a white suit and that arrogant man, I'll choose that guy in a white suit! "Hello! Diane?" "Yes, miss? Please lower your voice or I'll lose my sense of hearing." "Don't entertain any appointments with that arrogant man." "Who is that arrogant man miss?" "That Mr.Dabal or so whatever the fuck his name is!" "But miss that's against the rule..."

Cristian thought that he would go crazy when he saw the inert body of his partner on the floor covered in blood. His body vibrated so painfully that the wolf stepped outside. Tearing at his clothes on the way he ran in the direction of the man who had hurt his wife, his soul mate, his half, the person he had waited so long for. The anger, the pain, the hatred; A mixture of overwhelmed feelings clouded all sanity, leading him into the abyss of revenge.

Stupid. No. He was too likely to slip up, to fail, and then instead of splitting his soul, he might accidentally kill it. Soulless, Daniels earthly guise, this dull body, would wander the earth in perpetuity, searching for its soul but settling for the next best thing: Lawrence . It would haunt her until the day she died, and maybe after that. What Noah needed was a partner. What he needed was impossible. He grunted and rolled over onto his back, squinting into the bright sun directly overhead.