Souls Of Steel Novels & Stories

Their guns sprayed liquid fire made of ink. “The script must be clean,” they chanted, “mistakes must burn.” The Author snatched a handful of papers from her desk. “Sorry for this,” she whispered. She tossed the pages into the air. > “In a world of steam and iron, the Doctor became a metal warrior…” Suddenly, the office transformed. Brass pipes lined the walls. Maya’s clothes thickened into copper armor, a steam cannon grew from her arm. > “In a world of magic, the Soul became a storm…”

As for the packs, that number increases to over 90,000 able-bodied fighters. Besides, with Aura, Orion, Celeste, Fenrir, Kodiak, Chaos, Atticus, and Gaia’s mates, wolves. Well, these wolves are the most powerful in the world. So it looks like Sephone won’t stand a damn chance. Not forgetting Dragus and the members of the Supernatural Council. She needs to understand who the real queen is, and that is me. I may be human, but she will realise that it doesn’t matter if I am or not. She can’t win.

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.

"You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you." We focused our attention on her as she held Gabriel and Raphael by the neck. They have no trace of wounds but you can see the weakness in them as if they have been fighting Syne for years. Is Syne really that powerful? "Wait, what?" Vanna said. "Vampires can grow a soul?" "Anyone can grow a soul," she replied. "Let's settle this Michael," she firmly said. "Just us and let's forget about the vampires. After all, it should only be between us."

Hansel gazed at his back with mixed feelings; thorn between hurt, pain and regret. "Damn that bitch!" He roared, thumping the glass of wine to the floor. Shuffling back to the sofa, he put the bottled of whisky on his lips and gulped down some of its content. As the liquid burned its way down his chest, he winced and closed his eyes. Ben's words echoed back in his head.

Bound by the Soul-Oath, bound by duty, and bound by the ghosts of their past. --- The afternoon sun was high when the final match of the tournament began. The crowd roared as two soldiers faced off, their swords raised in a show of strength. But as the battle raged on, Selene felt a disturbance in the air—a shift in Kael’s energy that tugged at her like a magnetic force.

I could actually see some streaks of white through the torn jeans as well. No wonder my knees had hurt so much. As it turned out, my flesh had already rubbed away, exposing the bones beneath. I didn't care that half my fingers were all broken, dislocated, or throbbing in pain. I did my best to put my hands together in a praying posture. Just then, Finnegan returned with a white ribbon in his hands, along with the worker. "I wish that Finnegan and Colette will be together forever." This line sounded too familiar to me. It suddenly tugged at my heart in such a painful manner that I couldn't breathe.

Before dawn, while everyone was still fast asleep, New World Group—one of the Croma faction's businesses that had just been renovated—went up in flames again. Joseph had planned and orchestrated the arson, but he wasn't there himself. Instead, he was keeping a low profile at the Traditional Medicine Center, going through the medical records of Skylar and the others. At the same time, he was still negotiating a deal with Natalie. She kept claiming she didn't have enough money and begged him not to charge her so much.

" Like a tide of hopelessness, the lost souls glided toward us rather than walking. Their spectral hands grabbed for my flesh, and as soon as they made contact, memories that weren't mine exploded in my head. The scream of a lady. A fighter going down on his knees. It was an already lost war. I gasped and staggered back. Damon took hold of my wrist. "Hey, Melissa! What's the matter? With blurred eyesight, I gripped his arm. "These souls—they're more than just spirits." I trembled when I spoke. They resembled us. Warriors from earlier cycles. Damon tightened his jaw. "Then they didn't succeed." The closest lost soul screamed, its voice twisted in agony. "We tried, but we failed."

Her triple-lens visor was pushed back over her hair, her gray eyes wide with a manic business-driven heat. "The barrier is holding at one hundred percent efficiency, Your Majesty!" she panted, dropping her gear onto a stone trestle. "The forge-masters are calling the alloy 'Sovereign Steel.' It’s drinking the emerald ley lines. Spitting out a localized gravitational anchor that’s making the upper valley entirely frictionless to external sensors.. That’s not why I came up."