Souls Unfractured Novels & Stories

The snake said. She slithered to a wall and placed her hand somewhere on it. The wall opened upwardly and behind it were the souls of my friends. Pablo and Freddy. Shock seized near and I was breathless for some seconds before the snake started to speak again. "Breath taking isn't it?" The snake said. Linda and Diana were as shocked as I was and couldn't stop staring. The souls of our friends were whaling in pain as if being tortured by something. "You monster!" I shouted at the snake.

A voice, not her own but intimately familiar: They will call it a curse, but it was meant as mercy. Avery staggered back. Kael caught her before she fell. “What did you see?” “Someone like me,” she breathed. “Another Soulbound.” Kael’s expression hardened. “That’s impossible. The records—” “The records are lies,” she snapped, then stopped herself. Her voice trembled. “She was trying to contain it. The Vein. It broke apart because it refused her command.” Kael’s eyes flickered with disbelief, but his silence was telling — he didn’t argue.

He could not banish it. The ground split. Waves heaved higher. The moon above Selene fractured like glass, then reformed in trembling silver, as if warning of what must come. Fragment Three — Unity Alone, they falter. Together, they burn. Threads entwined, the world shall turn. Blood of earth, and wave, and star, Bound as one, they mend the scar. The warmth between them surged. Not fleeting now. Not ghostly echoes, not faint bells in the distance.

But every time my boot slipped on the fractured stone, his hand was there, hovering an inch from my elbow, ready to catch me without claiming me. To my right, Kira scouted the perimeter. Her scarred face was a mask of pure focus. Behind us, Alpha Brennan’s massive frame anchored the rear guard, while Sera’s Nighthollow wolves flanked the high ridges, their eyes scanning the black spires in the distance. Chelsea walked quietly with the Ashfall healers. She carried no weapon. Her grief had hardened into something quiet and utilitarian. She had buried her father, and now she was walking into the graveyard of his ambitions.

Its malevolent energy permeates the chamber, suffocating any remnants of hope or warmth. Once a human is locked within the Souls Dungeon, their tragic fate is sealed. The vault possesses an insidious ability to drain the very life force from its captives. The process is agonizingly slow and torturous, as the energy is leached from their body, leaving them weak and feeble. Time becomes their tormentor, as a soul cannot endure for more than an hour within the suffocating embrace of the vault.

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

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.

She found the tapes in a lead-lined box, the magnetic strips brittle with age, smelling of old dust and forgotten genius. "It wasn't a failure," Sarah realized, her eyes widening as she read the handwritten notes in the margins. "It was a Scream. Thomas had found a way to tap into the 'Friction' of the soul—the part of us that resists, that fights, that refuses to be organized. The Architects hated it because it couldn't be harmonized. It was 'Forbidden' because it was unpredictable." Sarah connected the ancient analog tapes to the Living Glass injectors. She wasn't going to send a song into the void. She was going to send a Rebellion.

Now, he could do nothing but wait. With the Soulweave technique being activated and the Scholar's Arsenal vanishing, whatever was inside the stone sphere grew agitated. Before Malachar could say anything more, a loud boom echoed as the entire sphere shattered. A gray, human-shaped figure of light burst forth. Felix could barely make out an old man with gray hair, though his facial features weren't clear. There was no doubt about it—this was definitely Francis' soul fragment. "How dare you damage my Scholar's Arsenal!"

Mom hugs me. “Don’t lose hope, Luc. Lia is much stronger than you know. Her love will make her fight death to be with you.” I do not answer back but cling to her words as if they are the last resort. *** We hear heavy footsteps nearing us. I look up to see Susie and Daniel rushing towards us.