Souls Of Steel Novels & Stories

I tell him and he nods. “Am glad we have an understanding and I think from now on. You and I will get along fine. Now, do you remember what I said if something like this happens again?” I asked him. “Yes, I remember.” He answers, his face is white as snow, and I can see that he is in a lot of pain. Poor man. “Good, Fingers, drive him to the nearest hospital and leave him there,” I tell him and get out of the cold room. I met Souls just as I am headed to the shower, they call him Souls because he enjoys watching people as their souls leave their bodies when they die. Creepy I know but this is the bratva world, the world of weird stuff, blood, drug, and money.

He glanced at the numbers and matched them to his, he couldn't help but chuckle as he willed his influence over them ensuing an all out retaliation against the platoons. Wraiths, dragons, phantoms, and other monsters made from corporeal materials charged and clashed with the opposing armies, impervious to physical attacks, the souls slaughtered everyone left and right: but that wasn't the end as those who fell were instantaneously resurrected as souls by Rogue's power and attacked their own comrades. Rogue stared a Lucifer and couldn't help but be dazed at her beauty, it seems like she had retained her beauty even in the future, she was just perfect.

he added as he stood with his Creations that had finished the last of the meat. “The creatures are hungry, aren’t they? I’m sure they’d like some meat.” “That does sound good” Cosmo noted then promptly left, with them close behind. We wasted no time and all marched down the stairs. Eagle opened the door to Soul Stealers running around; with fully armed people swarming inside. They all wore matching bright white armour with full-faced helmets. I could only see their eyes as they scanned the area around them. They all had shotguns strapped to their backs and strange guns hooked to their left arms, a tangle of wires embedded through the armour.

“You’re all so noble. So righteous. But the truth is, you’re no different than me. You’ve killed, lied, and manipulated your way here. You think you’re the heroes of this story?” “Heroes?” Drake said, his voice sharp. “Lady, no one here is pretending to be a hero. We just want to stop you from burning everything to the ground.” Elena leaned back in her chair, her smirk unwavering. “And yet you’ll fail. Because you don’t understand the game you’re playing.” --- The Assault The sound of approaching vehicles echoed in the distance, followed by the rhythmic hum of helicopters. Sage’s voice broke the tense silence. “They’re here. Four armored SUVs and a team deploying from the chopper. At least t

Unfortunately, that is how the world works – sometimes in inexplicable ways. Even with all the power I possess, I am not allowed to intervene. Yes, even a being like me has a boss to answer to. People aware of the inner workings of this complex universe refer to me as the Light. An all-knowing being. I see everything you see. Hear everything you hear. Feel everything you feel. I'm an immortal empath and the keeper of souls. The one humans seek guidance from. You see, we are all connected. Every plant. Every animal. Every human being. Every soul. Connected by an invisible thread, to me, the light. Sadly, only a few will come to understand this fact and their true purpose in this universe. Onl

“You make it sound as if I were just hunting rabbits, Lord Andelle! It’s a long process, and don’t even think that you can create suitable sheaths without the help of the Northerners and the dwarves. I can provide four, maybe five already completed Steel sheaths for your best warriors to wear.” The Lieutenant laughed in disbelief. “FIVE? Five damn sheaths?! Oh that’s good. That’s bloody hilarious. We may as well dance around with twigs in our paws to defend ourselves against those damned Vamps.” Prince Legiere opened one languid eye. “In case you have forgotten everything in the history tomes about Lunar Steel, we Southerners have completely depleted our reserves in all of the Twin Canines.

Leah awoke frightened and disorientated, her nightmares seemed more frequent now and became more detailed. They always left her light-headed, breathless, and confused. Almost nauseous when she stood up. She had no idea what was going on with her. She had never suffered from nightmares before, so what could have changed? Leah Stardust was a senior at Birchwood High, who turned eighteen in the next few days. Her mother, Amber, was the owner of Silver Stardust, the esoteric shop in Birchwood that specialized in crystal, Tarot, and Wiccan workshops.

Stralath fought the siren song, knowing their majestic time together could quickly turn into a violent tribulation. What would Galene do if she accidentally killed him? Stralath knew that would destroy her pure heart on every level. He had to protect her from that fate, and he curled a fist in the covers as he faced her dancing sorcery. She needed to look up and see him. She needed to gain control of her spores—torpedoes that seemed to have a will of their own. They were free for the first time in over a decade. And damn, they were beautiful as they swayed in the morning light.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

Someone who has nothing to do with her. “I may not have the money and power you have, but your soul is empty, and that is what is eating you up. And of course, you cannot refute the fact that you and your parents are the most wicked souls that this planet has ever produced. You all deserve a trophy for being amazingly wicked!” I fire at her.