Novel & Cerita Souls Entwined Wowhead

I'm doing it for you, don't look at me like that. She disappeared almost immediately. “By soul and by sorrow, I accept its cost.” The words felt heavy on my tongue. “By soul and by sorrow, I accept its cost.” The earth beneath me pulsed. Light burst upward, red and gold, swirling into a circle around us. The ground cracked open, and something stirred beneath me What in the seven hells? The sorcerer’s laughter echoed through the woods, a deep, hollow sound that shook the trees. “It is done,” he said. “You are now marked by the covenant of a million souls. Their fates are tied to yours.”

To ensure we were familiar with it in advance, Maria instructed Ethan to retrieve the artifact from her potion laboratory. As Ethan opened the box containing the artifact, we immediately felt the ancient and mysterious aura emanating from the Soul Lock Ring. Its appearance resembled an intricately crafted silver serpent, with a delicate metal surface embedded with complex magical runes. These runes shimmered with a bluish glow under the light, each one seemingly telling an ancient tale, imbued with indescribable power.

“You look worse than I do.” “I feel worse,” I muttered. “I need something. A text, a codex, anything older than the Circle of Nine’s archives.” He raised an eyebrow. “Malakar?” I nodded. “Come in.” The room was cramped, filled with makeshift shelves lined with every book he’d brought from the Eastern Keep. The Elders' sleeping mats were rolled to the corners to make space for study. A single lantern lit the room with an amber glow. “I brought a few volumes that may help,” he said, gesturing to a stack by the hearth. “One of them includes references to Umbra-binding and soul-shadow entanglement. Rare, but I remember it mentioning corrupted twins of the spirit.”

Then, a strand of essence began to gather within the apparition and between Andrius’ brows. Andrius frowned and instinctively wanted to resist. The area between his brows was connected to his consciousness. It was the most vital part of a cultivator and the resting place of the soul. It would be a serious problem if the dragon soul had malicious intent. However, he soon recalled the dragon apparition’s words. It wanted to give him its dragon soul... Was it similar to the phoenix’s divine fire? “The phoenix’s divine fire and the dragon soul both come from the Divine Realm and don’t belong to the Immortal Realm.”

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

They would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. "You know where to find us," X said as they carried her off into the darkness, a sly grin on his face. ***** The Shadow Clan was started by one of three monks, who wanted to safeguard a sacred spirit sword. They unleashed a demon called Darka to receive powers, and he gave them partial immortality and a curse. They couldn't be seen by the human eye, except in their shadows and reflection.

Sanvika changed angles and took him in through her lips. They stumbled back into the restaurant… Entangled hands and legs…. Just frantically kissing. Vivaan grabbed her lifted her up and pressed her to the wall. Sanvika closed her legs around him. She kissed him with passion. Vivaan kissed down to her neck and down to her cleavage. Sanvika’s fingers entangled in his hair as her head fell back in pleasure. She bit onto her lips.

She didn't need to. He reached into the pouch at his side and withdrew something wrapped in violet cloth. "This," he said, "is called a soul weave." He unwrapped the cloth, revealing five thin cords of different colors—crimson, silver, gold, deep blue, and a thread so white it shimmered. "In the old magic, they used these to represent the soul threads," he continued. "The bonds between wolves were seen as threads of energy, interwoven across lives." She leaned closer. The threads thrummed with a strange warmth.

—bone-and-iron automatons that moved with a jerky, terrifying precision. "They're targeting the twins' resonance!" Runa screamed, her daggers carving through the iron-marrow of a sentinel. In the center of the necropolis lay the Engine of Souls. It was a massive, rotating sphere of liquid-silver light—the captured spirits of our people. The sphere was held in place by four "Entropy-Anchors" made of the same starlight-iron as our Spire. "BREAK THE ANCHORS!" I roared. But as I lunged for the first anchor, Chronos-Prime appeared before me. He didn't use a blade; he used a Memory-Lance. He drove the weapon into my chest, not to kill me, but to show me the weight of the thousand years of the grav

I tear herbs from my pouch, something the healer gave me once for shallow wounds and press them gently against the ripped skin of her shoulder. "This won’t fix it," I say quietly. "But it’ll help." She breathes, smoke curling from her nostrils, and her thoughts come again, slower than before. "Fae-born. Fire-blooded. Bound to me before breath." Bound? I pause, my fingers trembling on her scale. "What?" "Our souls. Entwined. Not by fate, but by forging. Old magic. Spirit and flesh. The balance must be kept." A chill sinks into my spine. "What do you even mean? Bounded? You mean... if you die..."