Undertale Soul Determination Novels & Stories

(Passive) Lv 3 (^) [Affinities]: Sound manipulation [Name: Dorime] [Level 5 (112 XP to LV 6)] [Race: Skull rat] [Role: N/A] [Abyssal force: 65/65] [Attack: 8] [Defense: 8] [Dexterity: 27] [Agility: 22] [Intelligence: 2] [Skills]: (^) Dig LV 8 (passive) (v) Dig and burrow under the ground in a short amount of time. Tremor sense Lv 5 (passive) The user can sense obstacles, prey, and predators using the vibrations of the ground and the air. Bloodlust Lv 3 (passive). After reaching dangerous levels of Abyss force, or being in the presence of many dead bodies, the user will go on a rampage for [120 seconds]. Gaining [+15 strength] and [+9 dexterity], at the cost of [-18 intelligence].

The Demon's Soul was sinister and ruthless, capable of controlling all demons and destroying everything. The Twin Magical Weapons had a unique trait: if held by someone upright and pure-hearted, the Immortal's Soul would dominate, suppressing the Demon's Soul and unleashing the sacred power to purify all things and protect the world. But if it fell into the hands of someone with evil intentions and great ambition, the Demon's Soul would seize the opportunity to rise, devouring the Immortal's Soul and erupting with terrifying power to destroy everything and slaughter all around.

Their light was blending into mine, forming a rainbow of emerald-crimson-gold that was pushing back against the indigo dark. "Darlene, the frequency... it’s reading as Spiritual Autonomy!" Leo’s voice rang out, his indigo runes turning a brilliant, celestial sapphire. My son was suspended in the air, his hands moving through the silver-grey neurons as if he were playing a cosmic harp. "The Soul is the Hard-Drive of the Scorned! To break the 106th layer, you have to prove that your soul is Un-Scriptable!". From the center of the white-hot sphere, a figure manifested.

“It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery swallowed hard. Their hands shook as they reached toward the soul. Threads of light extended from their sigil, tangling gently around the corrupted form. The tether pulled, delicate but insistent. The soul resisted, writhing violently, and Avery felt it tug back like a living weight. “Steady,” Kael murmured. “It’s like wrestling a storm. Feel it. Don’t fight it too hard, or it’ll snap.” Avery focused, teeth clenched, sweat stinging their eyes. The threads glowed brighter as the soul’s light flickered, pulsing with an unstable rhythm.

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

Maybe I didn't need to find a mentor or a counselor; maybe I just needed to listen to my inner voice and embrace my true self, whatever that might be. With a newfound sense of determination, I turned away from the window and walked back to my bed. I sat down, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. And then, in the quiet stillness of my room, I began to explore the depths of my soul, searching for the truth that lays within...

He grinned fiercely and said, "Hahah! Adios, Severin! You're as good as dead!" The Demonblood Gourd was Uzair's trump card, and it was strong enough to reach the standard of superior-quality treasures despite only being of mediocre quality. One could put it on par with Tobias's Soul Devouring Nail in terms of the effect it had on a practitioner's soul. It was a formidable weapon that could be used either to unleash its malevolent energy or to restrain a practitioner's soul.

Samael gives me a small smile, but his smile doesn't quite reach his eyes, and I can't get a good read on his emotions; they seem everywhere. "I can't imagine the pain you went through that day, but I hope I can help ease whatever pain you are still feeling today. That girl, Heather, that died from your magic, was the first lost soul I helped find her way into the underworld. My father had placed me on soul duty that day; he said it was important that I learned to talk to our dead and guide them through their afterlife. I'd been sitting there all day, bored out of my mind, waiting for a soul to come, when suddenly two souls came barreling toward me; the first soul was so black that I knew th

"All in all, you want me and Xena to perform Spirit Binding so she can store my soul energy, and then you'll intervene to extend the storage time. Is that right?" From the other side came a crunching sound. It was unclear what Billy was doing. "Yeah. After all, you want to get inside that detection-type soul barrier without damaging it. Besides, you haven't reached the level where you can change, hide, or control your soul at will. So, this is the only way. "One more thing—people with Soulhunters will gain strength every time they perform Spirit Binding with someone whose soul energy is higher than their own. It won't damage the other person's soul energy, either."

-Dylan- he heard his alpha call him -ask Louva to come up- The wolf took the position of soldier accepting a mission and disappeared in a few seconds down the stairs. Sergei watched his friend and although he was happy, he was envious. Not because he was now in delicious agony but because he had found his mate. He was 100 years older than him and although they could live close to 1500 years, he was not sure of finding his soul mate.