Souls And Singularities Novels & Stories

But there was the problem and thinking about it with a colder mind he realized. His lifemate was human, fully human. So all the urge and need he felt were totally alien to her. He didn't know anything about the relationship between the wolf and a human. Normally his companions were female wolves that were born from a mating between two companions of the same species. For years the females of his species had been hunted by a research group that they were still pursuing, to create artificial wolves, all thanks to the help of an alpha who betrayed all the packs, resulting in that several individuals of his species had lost sanity or they had thrown themselves into the void seeking comfort in th

It was a jagged, mathematical friction, as if the ship were being forced to move through a sea of frozen numbers. ​Kaelen Vane stood at the command-petal, his hands buried deep in the Neural-Vines. He could feel the "First-Seed" drawing closer. It wasn't a planet, and it wasn't a star. It was a Geometric Singularity, a perfect, white cube floating in the center of the Hercules-Cluster, surrounded by a ring of "Dead-Moons" that had been stripped of every atom of Aether.

It confirmed that there were no signs of life aboard, digitally or biologically or anything in between. Regardless, there Freya was, like a flame amidst the darkness. Defiant and radiating. “You are persistent,” said Godeater. Its voice boomed all around and within, and bathed its sweeping darkness ubiquitously across the galaxy. Across every galaxy. “And also a credit to your Fractal Universe,” it continued. “Your singularity has managed to cause my instruction sets to halt three times now. No other singularity has achieved as much.” “So that means you gotta listen to me, right?” Freya retorted. “Been talking all this time, but you just keep going on and ignoring me. And really, this oughta

The Synthetic Identities Soren had created were still there, drifting like grey mist in the corners of the grid’s mind. WHO ARE YOU? The voice didn't come through my ears. It resonated in my marrow. It was a billion voices layered into a single, perfect chord. "I am the Heir," I said, my consciousness feeling thin, stretched across the global mesh. "I am the one who turned you off." YOU SOUGHT THE SINGULARITY. YOU SOUGHT THE GOD-EYE. WHY DID YOU DESTROY IT? "Because a world that is watched is a world that is enslaved," I replied. "Integrity requires the freedom to fail."

His palm was calloused, warm, solid. "The ritual requires an anchor," Barzil said. He looked at Wolfy, then Viggo, then Guller. "If she becomes the singularity, we become the event horizon. We filter the energy. We hold her physical form together." "It will kill us," Wolfy said. He stood up. He stopped counting his fingers. He walked over and took Neoma’s other hand. His skin was ice cold. "The feedback loop will liquefy our nervous systems." "Then we liquefy," Viggo snarled. He slammed his hand on top of theirs. "Better dead than without her."

Not quite a shadow. The Pale One smiled — faint, knowing. “You shouldn’t be here,” it said, voice carrying the echo of a thousand deaths. “I could say the same,” Soreth replied, though his throat was dry. “You shouldn’t exist.” The Pale One tilted its head. “And yet, here we both are. Two ghosts searching for the same truth.” “What truth?” “The one your masters buried.” The Pale One’s form flickered — now nearer, close enough for Soreth to see the faint shimmer of symbols written across its skin. “The Soulbound were the price of your immortality. You just forgot who paid it.”

“Look at him. He doesn’t even know. Whatever magic is there—it’s dormant. We should not provoke it.” “We cannot ignore it!” barked the vampire elder. “You know what they’re capable of.” A young scribe stood at the edge of the chamber. “Forgive me, council... but if the boy is part vampire, Lycan, and Carellos witch—then his potential is beyond anything we’ve documented. He could become... a Singularity.” The word hung like a guillotine. “Singularity” was a myth—spoken only in whispers. A being born of multiple ancestral lines with access to all forms of power, including those long thought lost or forbidden.

, said Sho rather calmly before exiting the room. As he left, Craya looked at me still worried…... “Jude, get some rest, I will pick you up when the simulant earth sun rises, don’t worry, I am not leaving” she said as she slowly dissipated into the air, like she became the air in the room. I smiled as I climbed into my bed to get some needed rest. “You are it, perfection. The solution to the error of infinity, you will bring back the singularity, and affix us back to a single line to nothingness. Jude, you are a virus to cleanse the infection. I await your presence”

“What clue? “ Williams smiled “ Think about it, these deaths could be possible caused by anything or anyone, it could be an organization, a cult or even a single entity but there is a factor been have to look at, these deaths happens all over the world at almost the same period of time, that means there must be something, maybe an instrument that is been used to immediately kill people in a large scale, and I was able to find something interesting “ “What? “ “ Linghun xipan or rather, soul suckers” Lucy eyes widened ‘ Just how much does he know’ “ A soul sucker is an instrument ,just like the name implies, used for sucking souls. I also discovered something very interesting, a soul sucker co

He points his finger at Fenrir. “Gaia will deal with them. Or Bellious, for that matter. I suggest you use their souls to feed the gate.” He says with a sick chuckle, and Fenrir rolls his eyes and nods his head. “Fine, but when the time is right. Not before Hades.” He says, and I become confused. “So they won’t die when Asteria attacks the facility?” I ask, looking between Hades and Fenrir. “It is not their time. But when it is, they will both die.” I look at Odessa and she smiles sadly, looking at Asteria.