The Soul Takers Wow นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

“… who among the Higher-ups send for me?” “The Possessor, herself. The Godmother of the house of Caneloveft.” He turned to him, “lead the way...” As he followed the messenger, he side-glanced to Skylark still drunkenly sleeping on the ground, shook his head as he walked passed him. “I guess we have another berserker among us…” Bryan spoke softly just as everything within the battleground largely shook once more from Wren and Luna who were seen bloodily smirking while fighting each other at the center of the arena.

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he replied. I shrugged in thought. “I know so little about them. It never clicked with me.” He moved to the bed and sat down on its edge. “The soul collectors pursue human wrong doers and harvest their souls to take back to the devil when the human has died. It is rare that they take a human alive. Usually it is because that human is on the brink of death. You are neither evil nor on the brink of death, so why were you taken?”

The lot of them! I walked quickly, remembering the claw marks I’d seen behind the door of the washroom as a shiver went up my spine. They had put someone in there that had tried -and very likely failed- to get out. I’d heard of soul magic. It was what some of the lesser bloodlines used to stay alive for so long, snatching up young, virile wolves from the streets and sucking in their soul matter. Drinking it up like it was sweetened milk. “No way in the devil’s earth,” I swore when I saw the green tags overhead marked EXIT.

"It’s a theft of the soul. It requires a drop of blood and a vessel—something to hold the stolen power. It leaves a scent of sulfur and rot on the one who takes it. Why are you digging in this grave?" "Because someone stole my life," I said, the surge of dark energy from earlier thrumming in my veins. Carl hadn't just gotten lucky. He’d found someone—a shadow-fixer, a rogue sorcerer—and they had systematically gutted me to build him up. I didn't just want to be the sacrifice anymore. I wanted the four days. I wanted to find the vessel. I wanted to rip my life back out of Carl’s throat and show the Hale family the monster they’d been coddling.

Kael’s voice rang out, cutting through the whispers, “a Soul-Oath will be forged between myself and an enemy Omega. It will bind our lives, our souls, for peace.” The council members froze. A hushed silence fell over the room as the weight of his words settled in. The Soul-Oath was forbidden, a bond that could not be undone once forged. It meant shared pain, shared life, shared death. “No!” One of the councilors, Lord Orlin, stood, his face pale with disbelief. “Your Highness, you cannot—” “I can,” Kael interrupted, his voice as sharp as a blade. “This is the only way. To stop the bloodshed, to end the endless wars. This is the price of peace.”

"We can proceed with your plan. In terms of soul energy, the S-tier Malevolent Phantom is about the same as Francis' soul fragment. As for who would win in an actual battle, I can't really judge. But there's one thing we have to figure out first." Felix quickly asked, "What is it?" "How will you get the S-tier Malevolent Phantom to attack Francis' soul fragment? The soul fragment won't be interested in anything else. Its only purpose is to wait for someone who can gather the Scholar’s Arsenal, then devour them. "Do you get what I mean?" This wasn't really a problem since Felix had already considered it. If not, he would have asked earlier. He immediately looked at Donna with a smile. "Hah, d

Plainly put, the recruitment of spirit masters is divided into two groups: Recruitment of Victors, and Recruitment of Losers. I'll begin with losers. Any person who manages to stay alive after losing his mission will be approached by two cardinals of the spirit hall. They may get late, but they will show up eventually. With them is a bell-shaped essence tool that acts as a lie detector. Under this pressure, they inquire about the loser's origin. If this spirit master is recorded in the bounties of the Spirit Hall, he or she will be killed without questions. If not, this spirit master will be forced to join the spirit hall, or in refusal, die. This forceful demeanor changes once an individual

I considered her to be the only light in my dark world and nobody in the group dared to mess with her or they would have had to answer to me but like I said earlier I didn't deserve any good thing and she was taken away from me me in a brutal way. We had gone on a special operation, as usual, we had to kill an aspiring senator and like I said we never asked why we had to switch someone off. Everything was going smoothly till suddenly we had a man down. We were a total of five killers who were assigned to the job and it was supposed to be easy, I wasn't the one leading the ops but I knew it shouldn't have gone down like that.