Novel & Cerita Soulsborne Book

“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.”

When I stepped into the hall, Jason caught my arm. “Aria....” “I’m going to the library,” I said. “There’s a book. In the restricted wing. On Binding Hungry Spirits.” He stared at me. “You can barely walk.” “I can remember,” I said. “And that’s enough.” The library was empty. I found the book hidden behind a false panel, its pages brittle, ink faded to rust. It spoke of the Hollow Revenant: born from the first soul denied burial, bound by blood-oaths, sustained by external animus.

Soul Sight: a rare hereditary ability, manifesting in early childhood in those with a predisposition toward soulbound recognition, enabling the perception of— The text had been damaged after that. Water-warped. I had spent two weeks trying to find another copy and failed. But I didn't need the text to understand what I'd seen. Golden threads running from my chest to his. Longing in the space between them, vast and old and inexplicable. The knowledge arriving not as a thought but as a fact: he is mine.

Liam I pulled out my bloodbound ledger, the one in which no one else existed. My theories on soul permanences. On immortality, not through technology, but spiritual recursion. I flipped to a blank space and wrote: Bliss is a cycle-born Each death : evolution. Soul anchor to body— not rebirth, but recursion. Third death = final awakening. A grin curled across my lips. I’d seen weapons. Monsters. Witches who drank blood from silver cups. But never— never—had I seen a soul defy the grave like this.

“I didn’t choose it, but this chose me when I was searching for some other book in the library. Also, this doesn’t include harming any other creature.” “Yes! Yes! How can I forget that fact.” Brandon mumbled. “Are you ashamed of it?” “No. Not at all. I’m just surprised. I hope you keep learning more and more about it.” Brandon said, on which Sophia nodded before leaning her head on his chest. He was having a hard time consuming the fact that Sophia had trained to catch lost souls and help them to reach their world and sometimes evil souls, to whom she had to forcefully send in their world. In the hunter’s book, it was mentioned that only a hunter whose pure heart was blessed with this power

As Freddy was about to open the book, I noticed a dark shadow growing bigger behind him. The shadow was in the shape of a man increasing in size. Suddenly the shadow raised one of it's hands and in that hand was a shadow of a different object. The shadow was going to knock Freddy out immediately he opened the book. There must have been a curse on the book that would harm anyone who tries to open it. I couldn't let this happen to Freddy. And I just knew that I would definitely not be harmed by the shadow since I was the son of Lucifer who controlled all evil.

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

All around Diana and Rudolph were books littered all over the place. In Diana's hand was a book titled, 'Soul Travel' while Rudolph had 'The Demonstration' in his hands. They had skimmed through so many books that not much was left. Diana was currently on a page about a wolf spirit, travelling to the in-between world to retrieve the soul of the human. Diana had been stuck on that chapter for a long time, trying to connect it to her case. The procedure would need an Oracle but all Werewolf Oracles were killed in the Reviving.

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.