Soulsborne Book Novels & Stories

Ena closed the book, exiting a deep sigh, "this book was never written. It wrote itself. What you heard was its ink, the souls it uses to carve each word. It captures every fear. Every last word. The tears that fell from its victims and with that it creates. We call this Soul Magic. The darkest in the world. Not one created, or that was at the beginning of time. No. This is one we created ourselves, one we fuel with our every breath. Do you want to destroy the book? You first must destroy the whole world, for as long as evil desires exist in the flesh, it too shall live on.” "W-what’s this got to d-do with the spell?" Mariah asked with a slight stutter to her tone. The spell is the heart of

I leaned against the doorframe, a slim cigarette between my fingers. Smoke blurred my face. The suffocating feeling of being buried alive from my last life still lingered. I looked at the familiar surroundings and knew with certainty I had been reborn back to this deadly night. “Have you gone mute? I’m talking to you!” Sonny strode over impatiently. The blade hidden in his sleeve pressed against my face, sliding slowly downward until it stopped at my carotid artery. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll slash up your face and throw you into the Hudson to feed the fish. You’ve already served your purpose anyway.”

Olivia’s breath caught. Her vision blurred. Her knees buckled, And right before she hit the floor, A second heartbeat pulsed inside her. Then a third. Then a fourth. Her stomach tightened painfully as the air exploded with energy. The last thing she heard was the unified whisper of countless souls, “The vessel awakens.” The unborn child pulses with multiple heartbeats, each one belonging to a different Bloodbound soul waiting to be reborn…

“Written by the original guardians who forged the curse to bind the darkness.” John glanced at the tome’s cover etched with the same symbol as the obsidian heart. “So this is the origin?” “Yes,” the keeper said, stepping back into the shadows. “And within these pages lie the key to ending the curse or unleashing it fully.” Sarah opened the tome carefully. The words revealed a tale of an ancient lineage the Bloodborne whose sacrifice sealed away a monstrous power known as the Hollow. But the Hollow was not destroyed; it was imprisoned within the heart, guarded by the blood vow’s descendants.

"I can only see it and make a calculated guess. Soul wounds are rare. They are powerful. But there are many reasons why one could have a wound on their soul, and I do not know yours." The disappointment hit harder than I expected. I'd been hoping for answers. Real answers. Not more questions. "Okay." I managed to keep my voice steady. "Thank you." I turned to leave, then stopped. "Can I borrow a book? For the holidays?" Cornelius flew in a small circle, clearly pleased by the change in topic. "Yes." "I want the strongest books Nocturne has on spell casting. And anything remotely about spellweavers." The gargoyle took off, wings beating the air as he zipped through the stacks. I watched him d

"When will we know it’s safe to touch her without destroying her?" "When she chooses us," I said, with a certainty that burned. "Only then." He watched as I took his place. As I kissed her. As I felt what he had felt. Her light was a fire, and we only knew darkness. And yet… she didn’t burn us. She revealed us. She made us vulnerable. The bond had already begun. Not in flesh. Not in blood. In the soul. And that union… was irrevocable.

Stopping in, the clerk had sage burning and a freaky crow perched on her shoulders. I felt this weird kinetic energy surrounding her. Who is she? I guessed Camila felt it too; she shuddered and stepped closer to me. “What brings you, ladies to the shop today?” The clerk asked. “I'm just browsing. We just moved here.” I strode around the shop, touching an array of candles, books, jewelry, and much more. The shopkeeper came back and handed me a book. I ignored her creepy smile, and read the title, Birth of Witches.

But the words that caught her eye sent a chill down her spine: “Soulbone Imprint—The Key to Ancestral Awakening.” Asha’s breath caught. This was it. This was the answer she had been searching for. The Soulbone Imprint wasn’t just a key—it was a power. A power capable of awakening the Ancestral Spirits within the Frostkin, and using their energy to control the Blood Pact Beasts.

Vaelspire Keep, The Forbidden Vault The Vault doors groaned open, revealing shelves lined with tomes bound in skin and bone. All the ancient and forbidden books of the old were stored and recorded there. Books with knowledge too ancient, too powerful, and useful to their enemies were stored here. Alaric stepped inside, torch in hand, his eyes scanning until they found the one he needed. It read, Bloodborne Bonds: Curses, Hybrids, and Abominations. He flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw an illustration that made his heart freeze.

“Could it be…?” Maxime announced, “The whereabouts of the second book have been found.” Tyr’s heart thumped furiously as these words came out. “Senior Belisarius, what kind of book is the second book of wonder, and where is it now?” “The title of the second book is Souleater Grimoire,” Maxime replied. “It is a book that came into the world due to the result of the Thaeria Dynasty's fortune.”