Status Window To The Soul Novels & Stories

Theodore pulled Soheila's arms and hugged her and said, "It's okay, I wrote a note outside your door. I wrote that you're on a closed-door-cultivation." Soheila sighed in relief from Theodore's statement. A cultivator in a closed-door-cultivation means that the cultivator is on a stage of advancing a rank level or in short, breakthrough. "By the way, can I take a large amount of Soul Water?" Soheila all of a sudden asked. "Sure," Theodore kissed Soheila's forehead and released her. "Okay!" Soheila walks towards the lake and secretly used her water attribute to put a large amount of the Soul Water into her spirit ring. The Soul Water that she had kept was good for thousands of years as she re

My face looked like that of the devils you would see in horror movies and my clothes we're torn in some parts and around my neck hung an upside down cross. "What?... What is the meaning of this?! Why did you turn me into a freak?!" I yelled. "Youurrr truuue foormm." The creature replied. "Why the hell would I want to look like this?!" I asked. "You don't liiiikee itt?" The creature asked. "Of course I don..." I stopped when my eyes saw what the creature had actually written on my wall. It read: "At the age of eighteen, Lucif son of Lucifer, will reunite with his father and bring chaos and ruins to the world. This is the prophecy which can never be changed."

If her husband's soul was lost due to battling their leader, her drive and purpose changes completely from grief. "You can use the bibles as an object of spirituality..." Phuture stared Willie Lou in the eyes. "Learn how to use them as your spiritual object and you'll be able to absorb that piece of shit's soul. He utilizes teleportation to attack... if you could counter that... and absorb his soul... he's defeated." Phuture took a deep breath and hugged Willie Lou before she could reply, completely catching her off guard with the sudden affection. Suddenly, Phuture's spiritual essence began to ache her entire body. She dealt with an excruciating chest pain where the core of her soul rested,

There are no other defects to this body. /Has anyone tried to commit suicide to end their life in the punishment world?/ [The weaker hosts, who could not beat the world's consciousness, tried to. It doesn't work. Somehow, one way or another, you'd be revived or you'd survive. In fact, a failed attempt may make life worse than if you did not attempt it at all. So I'd really recommend not even trying.] /Mm. Let's get to the background of this original soul. Also, are there any missions to complete? Can I listen to the world book?/

"Yes Alpha, the pack has been finished, though I must say Alpha Josh did put up a fight," the new pack member reported, standing at attention in front of their alpha who stood in front of the glass windows, his back to them, staring out at the dark cloudy skies, ones in likeness to his soul, dark and angry.

"Are you ok?" Summer opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Reaching out she grabbed Asher's shirt trying to keep herself from passing out. "Times up." She muttered just as her whole world turned dark.

What on earth had been in that vile? "Eager! I like it!" he said with a smirk, mirth dancing in his eyes. “Relax, all good things come to those who wait.” Amused he lowered my hand and brought the vile to my lips. Tilting it so the blood entered my mouth and ran down my throat. In seconds I felt stronger and the pain in my body vanished, I suddenly felt stronger, faster. Alive and amazing. Powerful! I felt powerful.

"Listen closely, if you fail to find your true mate and earn his mark within 180 days, your soul will fade. You will return to the void. No more second chances." I swallowed, my heart pounding. "And if I succeed?" "You'll reclaim your life. Not the old one, but a new beginning... With love, strength, and purpose." My hands trembled as I looked down at them; already they were beginning to glow faintly, as if shedding their shape. The moon flared one last time, and then the world shattered into light. My body jolted awake—no, not awake, alive. Every nerve was on fire, every breath caught in a rhythm that wasn't mine.

His fingers were calloused, his grip possessive yet tender. ​“It is a lot of weight for one woman, Winnie,” he whispered, his eyes searching mine for any sign of hesitation. “You are talking about holding the consciousness of thousands of living souls. If your focus slips, if you blink at the wrong moment, their minds will scatter into the Void like ash in a gale. I can hold the stones and the dirt, but I cannot catch a soul if it decides to wander into the dark.”

I don’t move. I don’t respond. Because for that one second— I hear it again. Clearer this time. Stronger. Real. “Maria.” My breath catches. Just once. Just enough. “Correction required.” Pain hits instantly. Sharp. Precise. Erasing. Destroying. Replacing. The flicker dies. Gone. Like it was never there. “Status?” “Stable.” “Good.” I lower my hand. Step back. Turn away from the mirror. And just like that—