Novel & Cerita Soulless Synonym

The snake said as she slithers around me. "I can't be yours. You know that very well. I love someone else." I said. "Hahahaha. Who said I ever wanted that foolish mortal feeling? No. I want you to belong to me." The snake said. "Don't let her Lucif." Diana said, almost out of breath. I could tell there she has been making Diana suffer. "Lucif. It's not worth it. Don't do as she asks you to do." Linda said, crying. "You two are not even aware of what I am capable of. After I kill the both of you then your soul won't go anywhere. It will remain chained here with me." The snake said.

And Lifeless. He then proceeded by letting me fall. Fall over the edge. I only needed a little push. And he gave me one. He gave me the only thing that was needed for me to be doomed. For me to be lifeless once again. For me to be a shell, an empty body without its soul. Souls. Souls were the only thing that would live further then death could tell. But if you didn't have one, you simply would go to hell. And I at that moment, didn't have one.

I remember the witch’s words clearly as if yesterday. “She has no mate, Sire. She’ll never have a mate.” “Why?” My mom asked. “Either he died or she’s the odd-soul.” “What’s an odd-soul?” Dad inquires. “They are the lone souls, very rare. They are not anchored to any other soul and their lives are short.” “That means...” I hear my dad trail off and it didn’t take me long to understand what it meant. “Yes, she’ll die young...” “I am so excited for the party!” I snap out of the old memory as soon as I hear Grace squeal excitedly. I let out a small grunt before stuffing my mouth with more mashed potatoes.

(sukoon pov) As I step into the room, a heavy sadness descends upon me like a suffocating blanket. The air feels thick and stagnant, as if it holds the weight of unshed tears and lingering despair. The once vibrant colours of the surroundings have faded, drained of their life and vitality. Shadows dance in the dimly lit space, casting elongated figures that mirror the desolation within.

I hadn’t noticed them before because the place had been so crowded, but I suppressed a shudder. “Who are those people?” I whispered to Sigyn. “Those are the souls of the damned,” she said. “Beings who have committed the worst atrocities.” “Like murderers?” I asked, my voice tight. “War lords, genocidal maniacs, slavers, mass poisoners.” She rubbed her chin. “In the Sixth, there are lesser punishments that match their crimes.” I gave her a slow nod, wondering how I might have been treated in this Faction of Hell.

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

Merilyn nodded, eyes filled with a haunted sadness. "And do you know the most tragic part?" Her voice was raw now. "Our souls are...everything. The very essence of our being. They ground us, keep our beasts in check, maintain our sanity, and so much more. A bond is an intertwining of souls. without a soul, one has no hope of ever finding a bondmate. No hope of ever knowing that connection. One would never recognize their Soulbond even if she miraculously appeared, and worst of all…” Merilyn stopped, fresh tears trailing down her chin. “Without a soul, one will go feral eventually. There is no stopping it. It is only a matter of time."

I was having a hard time staring at him too close like this, a stream of coldness seeping into my veins. "You are not sure of yourself, or are you? If you want to fight against people, you have to have a clear stand by owning up to and knowing your soul." "Aren't you the one with no soul? You're saying...this to me? And..?"I scrambled for words, my voice breaking up. "Listen, it has only been recorded that people with no soul, feelings or whatsoever are heartless, simply wicked and I know my mother is just the definition of that.

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."

"I am my genius father. You are so slender, so elegant. I am so lucky to have a thoughtful father like you. I'm glad you're my father. I'm glad I'm your daughter. I'll kiss you when you come, and it's huge!" He quickly stood up and threw everything on the table to the floor. He still wasn't dead! Again he succumbed to his helplessness! Even when he killed his daughter with his own hands, he had never been this helpless... The fire inside him would not go out no matter what he did. Because he knew that only the last thing called death could put out that fire. Only those who were not helpless would do it. That fire in the helpless would burn until death, and it would burn like hell... Just lik