Soulsborne Book Novels & Stories

"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."

Boiler rooms had always seemed suspicious to me and having a monster lurking down there didn't make it any better at that moment. I looked at Reese, who was watching the darkness, but relaxed. Suddenly the same sounds came from his coat pocket with which he had already lured the Spuma to the Grim Reaper. Then everything happened very quickly. A scratch on the stairs, something big and blue rushed into the corridor, heading straight for Reese. The emerging growl was interrupted by a bang. It didn't yelp or make any other noise as it fell to the ground and slid right up to Reese's feet. It was just dead. As suddenly as it appeared, so suddenly its life had come to an end.

And something faintly metallic beneath it all. Blood. --- His fingers moved across worn spines until he found what he sought. Soul Vessels. Forbidden Possessions. Underworld Bindings. Kael pulled the heavy books free and placed them across a nearby table. The candles lit themselves automatically. He began reading. --- Hours passed silently. Only the sound of turning pages filled the room. Kael’s expression darkened more with every text. Some spoke of spirits entering weak bodies. Others described possession through mirrors, cursed artifacts, blood rituals.

“The first wave was meant to observe.” “The second will test.” Sera’s voice was sharp. “And if she fails?” Virell’s gaze was cold. “Then she dies.” — Later, in his private chamber, Virell studied the ancient texts. The Book of Bound Souls. The Codex of Flame. The Scroll of the Root. Each one spoke of convergence. Of mortal and divine. Of bloodlines fractured and reforged. But none mentioned a child born of prophecy before the prophecy itself awakened. He traced a passage in the Codex:

A giant, dark tower was rising out of the earth where there had been none before. ​"The Pale King," Kael whispered, his grip tightening on his sword. "He didn't wait for your blood. He’s started the ritual without it." ​Seraphina looked at her hands. The violet glow was fading, replaced by a sharp, angry red. ​"He's not using my blood," she said, her voice turning cold. "He’s using the souls of the village. My village.

I eased the door open and slipped inside. --- Hidden in a shadowed arch down the hall, Irene watched, a slow smirk gracing her lips. Her eyes lingered on the sleeping guard. “Well done, Kyra,” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear. --- Inside the room, Lucian lay still as death, his skin pale and glistening with a faint sheen of sweat. The sight tightened my chest. “Please let this work,” I whispered into the heavy silence. I sank onto the edge of the bed and pulled out the spell book, its pages seeming to pulse beneath my touch. Flipping to the middle, I found it—an incantation for poisoned werewolves, the letters sharp and dark.

Despite their efforts, the results were disheartening. "Ms. Swanson's health condition is pretty concerning, and she's missing a kidney. All we can do now is to sustain her with Seraphroot. As for how long it'll be able to keep her going, that's anybody's guess…" My mother nearly passed out when she heard that. My father forced himself to stay composed as he ordered the finest herbs from our storeroom to be brought out. He turned to every doctor in the room, demanding to know the truth about my condition.

Like he was just… Arthur. She was the one for him. I didn’t need to see her to know that. A smile tugged at my lips before I looked back at the book in my lap. The pages were worn soft from too many hands, and the ink faded in places. But the symbols scrawled down the margin were different. My eyes caught on a passage that hadn’t stood out before. Dark binding rituals. Used to trap spirits. Or to keep souls from returning to their bodies… My heart skipped.

“First of all, I can assure you that your God has nothing to with this. If all, He is completely powerless in this situation. And that thing, that very thing that killed your men, my friend, is called a Sin. One of The Seven Deadly Sins, to be more specific,” I thoroughly explained, trying my best to compose myself. “One of The Seven Deadly Sins has made its home inside her soul. And as to how did it end up in there, I think I might have a clue...” I then absently added as I momentarily lost myself in the memory, faintly reminiscing that fated day, when that foolish mother of hers decided to follow me to The Underworld -even though strongly advised against it- and seduce her way straight to

Sebastian easily caught me by the arm and all of us watched Soren spiral. “It can’t be true! It can’t! Because if then… If then… Having no soul is basically…” Soren has let go of the sorcerer and is now pulling his hair with his widened crazed eyes. He faced us with a horrified expression as he mumbled, “Dead.” I couldn’t help but pity him so I walked to Soren and yanked to hug him, burying his head by the crook of my neck to release a calming scent. The moment I did, he started crying and sobbing. His hands unconsciously hugged me.