Undertale Patience Soul Novels & Stories

"Maybe some part of him knew you still." I opened my mouth and stopped. What was the point in telling her that a Taken's soul was forced from its body? That there was no way that Stan would've known who she was? But his actions had gone against every tactical rule he'd taught... Could Lillith be wrong? Most of what we knew were pure assumptions on our part... So maybe the souls she saw weren't completely severed. Maybe they were just stuck in some kind of limbo whilst they waited for their bodies to die?

He’s not the kind of person who’s willing to save anyone but this person, his existence just bother his heart too much… His thoughts were a mess. Stanley heaved another sigh and just stared at the frail body in his arms. He’s no saint but anyway. It won’t hurt to save him once right? He could just compensate him when he’s back. And at that time, he would definitely squeeze him dry… With that, Stanley made up his mind and pressed the screen. [Skill: Master’s Bond activated! You’ve gain a new skill! Soul’s Pact(special) +10 Ability points

She had to believe that. "I have hope in him, Emily," Paoli ground out between clenched teeth. "But I choose to be honest with myself. I buried many people when William rebelled as a young man. I continue to help him dispose of bodies when he slips up, even now. His hunting instincts are strong. Stronger than any other immortal because they were born into him. If he claims you, like he should have done immediately," he bit out the last bit angrily, word by word. "It may finally give him the control he's always lacked. But first, he has to survive this. Being drained of blood will leave him in agony, and his instincts will be in full force. I don't know if he can get control back." For the fi

Hearing my hostile tone, he looked at me with sarcasm in his green-blue eyes. "To dig a grave and bury you in it." His emotionless voice gave me creeps. I blinked slowly, contemplating whether he was serious or this was just a tasteless joke. But remembering how crazy his cousin was and realising that maybe madness was a predominant trait in the D'Arcangelo family, I decided to throw myself at the door, taking the risk of dying from high – speed rather than torture. Alas, it was locked. Feeling desperate, I started hitting the window. I had to break free. I didn't want to have another encounter with Xavier.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

Reward: 50 soul points. The e-ghost groaned. What did the system take her for? A super e-ghost?! Then again, the reward was rather tempting. Each upgrade for purchased skills cost 5 soul points to level up and the one skill Laura wanted to level up quickly was the Internet Consultant skill. This shared xp sharing thing was too slow!

I give up with the chair, removing it from house to place in the yard outside to air dry and hopefully allow the wind to carry away the stench that is Hati. And then I decide to skip sleep and head to the soul room. Happily there’s more than ten souls waiting for me to match them to their Wolf and then their mates. And I start the task for allowing each one to chose their Wolf so I can match them with a mate. I get through six before I come to standstill, picking up a particularly dark black soul. It burns my palm as I hold her, cradling the little ball of fire as I try to figure out who she’s come from.

Save the soul of innocent and be the savior it needs } {Reward: New Followers? (Grandmaster Level), Treasure of Ancient} {Penalty: Failure of saving the target will inflict a Curse of Undead and Tide of Undead on you and your nations} ".…..Wow, that's kinda over the top….by the way, what is a Tide of Undead?..".

Silence, and then a soul tainted with a certain darkness to it appeared. Ursula smirked. “Tell me your name, young soul.” The soul flashes white then gray to black. “Luther.”

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?