Souls Of Steel Novels & Stories

“So you mean… you aren’t human? Then you’re a robot? What about the Soulwaker? What is it?” “Yes, I am not a human. I am a cyborg-robot. My body is made everything with steel but I am wholly covered with a synthetic skin. A Soulwaker is a cyborg-robot living organism with a different human soul. Your mother explained how she spent her life just to completely and successfully program a Soulwaker; and this time, it’s almost complete but it wasn’t perfect yet and might have some complications. Cyborgs have their own souls, but once a trigger happens, the souls will be switched from one parallel universe to another. They’d be completely living with different bodies as soon as the completion happ

It’s part of my mutation, a little price to pay for possessing the indestructible features of steel. I feel sickened with myself for not looking away, I just can’t tear off my eyes from her. She is the thinnest woman I have ever seen. Shit! I can even count her ribs. Bruises at different stages of healing, tell her story, which I know very well. “Maybe I can lick them to heal fast,” Titan links with me. Now the bastard he wants to talk. “Shut the fuck up.” I link back and focus on the fragile woman in my arms.

“*** Ψυχές χώριες, ψυχές δεμένες. Χρησιμοποιήστε το σκοτάδι μέσα για να τροφοδοτήσετε τη φλόγα της κόλασης που καίει τις ψυχές χώρια. Καθρεφτίστε μας, σκιάστε μας, χρωματίστε την εικόνα μας και προβάλετε την αντανάκλασή μας στον κόσμο. Souls apart ,souls bound. Use the darkness within to fuel the hell flame that burns souls apart. Mirror us , shadow us ,form in our image and project our reflection unto the world.**” I could feel the darkness slowly consuming me more and more as we chanted but I couldn’t stop chanting. It was now too late to go back. Steam soon filled the entire room as the thick dark cloudy like form blinded us only to soon reveal the results of the forbidden spell casted w

All of it was filed away, and it all made him want the secret locked inside her body that much more. As he turned, the space around him dropped its disguise. What it had been hiding was a voidpocket suspended in the cracks of the Shadowsteel Realm. There was no sun or sky, lit only by demonic flames that flickered a faint purple against the dark. Voidsteel fused with ancient ice formed the ground, and it was cold enough to cut through bone. The air carried the bitter, acrid stench of scorched souls. Barriers stacked layer upon layer on every side, sealed so tight that not a wisp of spiritual energy could escape.

"Boss wants you ruined." South Side steel surged, mind racing escapes, body braced shatterpoint. Warehouse shadows closed, pliers inching, squeeze—cliff of ruin absolute.

And in a place like this, rebellion spreads in whispers. All it takes is one story. It didn't matter if it was true or not. I opened my eyes, staring at the blank wall. Let him think he was winning. Iron fists can bruise a skin but. They can't cage a wild mind. And when that door opens again- I'll be fucking ready for whatever awaits.

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

Now Michael did turn around, throwing his glass to the floor by Summer's feet as he did so. "How the fuck could that be?" He growled storming forward. "I plan on figuring it out tomorrow." Exhaustion laced Summer's words. "It would seem Golden Ridge is tired of living." "What?" Michael's tone was cold as ice. "They've been receiving information and goods from the mole." Summer responded. "Don't worry I've already set Gustavo and Stefen on the job of taking care of the mole. Golden Ridge will be receiving a present tomorrow morning."

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

He folded the paper and placed it back on the desk. He would return someday, eventually. But for now, he stayed He craved the days of his return, not because he missed Gravenport. Not because he craved power. But because something was unfinished. Dante didn’t leave. He stayed. He fought. And he won. But something in him broke. The syndicate war in Dellwire lasted six months. By the end of it, Dante had buried more men than he cared to count. He stopped journaling. Stopped riding. Stopped thinking about Gabrielle Wren.