Sovereign Souls Wow Novels & Stories

"The harvest has already begun. I’ve already linked your son’s soul to the city’s heart. If you kill me, you kill every world we’ve ever created. Including yours." She stood up, holding Leo over the edge of a deep, dark pit in the center of the room. "Choose, Sovereign," the queen laughed. "Your son or the universe?" Behind her, a massive mechanical wolf stepped out of the shadows. It was three times the size of Rowan, and its fur was made of liquid silver. It let out a roar that cracked the glass floor beneath our feet.

"If they are gorging themselves on Sovereign blood, the outer wards won't just groan when they hit them. They'll shatter them." Soren stepped forward, his hand resting heavily on the pommel of his blade as he looked at Tala, then back to Lucian. "A feral horde is chaotic. They hunt as individuals. But if the leader is drinking directly from a realized Sovereign... he is absorbing the blood command. He will be able to direct the horde with the same tactical precision as an army."

Everything was going well until something unexpected happened. A skyforge placed in a world ravaged by war and death tried to do collect more energy to revitalize the planet, but it couldn't give anything in return, so it gave away the next best thing: souls. The souls began to infect the forges of countless planets and began to twist them. Before anyone could react, those worlds started to wither and die. When every living organism was gone, the skyforge transferred the souls to the next one like a virus. When it reached our version, countless souls poured into the crust of the planet, but they didn't destroy the world. Instead, a marvelous sight occurred.

The world is the periphery. "We need a name," I said, my voice steadying. "If we’re going to be the monsters they fear, we shouldn't be the 'Project' anymore." Nevan stood up, his height blocking out the flickering screens. He looked like a king of the old world, reborn in the fire of the new one. "The Sovereign is the mind," Nevan said, his voice a low, lethal vow. "The Shield is the hand. Together, we are the Vanguard of the Void."

Because suddenly— Nothing made sense anymore. The Hollow Sovereign wasn't looking victorious. He wasn't looking satisfied. He looked terrified. The Heart pulsed again. Boom. A deafening crack echoed through the sanctuary floor. Then— Something answered. From far beneath the ruins. A roar. Not a wolf. Not a beast. Something far older. Something that had been sleeping. The entire sanctuary froze. The Hollow Sovereign closed his eyes briefly. As if hearing a nightmare return. Then he whispered: "He's awake." And deep below the Heart of the Sovereigns— Something began rising toward them.

There were silent mumbles, and one of them managed to ask. " Would we be absorbing them or they absorbing us?" "It's a merger. None is absorbing the other, both packs will have the same leaders that's all." I explained. " You should have run this by us before agreeing," Deborah began, " There is a reason spirit wolves are isolated. It is because they are dangerous. You are fortunate that Luna Samantha is your mate, but you have seen how dangerous she is. Asking us to coexist with more of them will be suicide." She complained.

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

Instead, their farming tools were glowing and floating around them. In Douluo Continent, the marital souls are divided into Beast Spirits and Tool Spirits. If any spirit is in the form of an animal, then it naturally falls under the categorization of beast spirits while any other form of spirit, including plant spirits, is generally coined as Tool Spirits. As they walked and chatted amongst themselves, they passed a rather majestic structure. Unlike the cottages that needed constant repairs, this building was built solidly. Its roof had beautiful brown tiles and the entrance seemed to be marked with a strange writing.

They seem to think over whether they want to find another or stay together, but then the human counterpart starts to float around unsurely. Weaving in and out of the souls much as my granddaughters had. I clap my hand, moving up to laugh… more like a cackle. Oh, the things I have been doing wrong all these years. The souls I have matched, yet they could have had a better life. I watch, amused, as Leo’s son picks up speed, moving amongst my wolves until he finds a soul he likes. The soul is not a black one, but instead a white one. It’s not a soul that belongs to an alpha. In fact, the soul has only ever been an omega. Often an orphan at that, but despite that, they start dancing around one a