Novel & Cerita Soulless Synonym

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

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.

Was such a modest hope too much to ask? These questions, arising from the depths of the souls' torment, were maddening enough to unnerve even the strongest of wills. Evil spirits, as terrifying as they might be, paled in comparison to the fathomless cruelty of the human heart. In the Netherrealm, there was an ancient saying, "The Wail of the Damned". It spoke of souls lost in the deepest corners of the River of the Dead, unredeemed and forever restless. Their cries had been so piercing that even the Blanc and Noir had avoided them, fearing that their weeping would cloud their judgment and drag them into an endless cycle of grief.

44. Sinful I don’t know when I slept but I woke up by 3:00am; I was exhausted and hungry, I felt weak to my bones like I was about to faint. I struggled to push myself out of bed and when I did, I saw a tray of covered dishes on the bedside table, and a note that read: Just rest A

“It’s not physical. It’s in his soul.” I thought as much... But unfortunately, that makes it more difficult to even do anything now. A whisper rides in the wind. I don’t know who speaks it first. Maybe one of the old fae who linger at the edges of the battlefield. Maybe one of the dying spirits. "The Hollow has taken him." My blood goes cold. The Hollow. It’s not death, not exactly. It’s the space between, a veil-thin plane where souls are neither here nor gone. Where time frays and memories decay. Where you forget who you are.

- 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...

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."

My call was met with silence. "Kai!" I shouted, hoping against hope, but still, there was nothing. The countless faceless souls, each tinted with a unique hue, remained unaffected by my calls. "Can I even find my mates' souls?" I wondered, a crushing wave of despair washing over me. I was lost in this timeless abyss, where souls awaited judgment to be sent to Heaven or Hell. Time held no meaning here, and I had no way to gauge how long I'd been searching.

I lost my precious belonging to him, I had to know who I shared this bond with. “Because I saw your soul,” He took it like I was kidding with him, why? Because he laughed. Not chuckled, laughed. “You’re funny…” He shifted me in his lap in a snap. My hair was displaced all over my face which he tugged away and played with other strands. His eyes were on my hair when he said, “There’s nothing as such a soul in me, I’m born devil,” I wasn’t expecting this. What did that mean?

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.