Who Is The Soul King Novels & Stories

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

This was most certainly not a part of his careful plans. Omar Farouq swirled his wine around in his glass and eyed her over the top of it, ignoring the drumbeat inside him that seemed to take him over. “I am the King of Sohar,” he said simply enough, despite that low, insistent pounding that filled him up. “That’s the only thing you need to know about me.”

A living tomb, forever trapping the soul of the man who had dared to fight back. Kaelen stared in horror as the face of his friend, the face of his brother, slowly, surely, turned to stone. He had not killed him. He had petrified him. He had saved his life, and damned his soul, all in the same breath. He was no longer just a king. He was a sculptor of tragedy. And his masterpiece stood before him, a silent, eternal monument to the price of victory.

It was better to step into a situation and be wrong than to wait and end up slipping up. The car roared as Miguel turned the key in the ignition. It wasn't like the dark king of the underworld would go about killing him for overstepping. The right hand would be too hard to replace in such short notice. That was probably the only thing that he held in his favor currently.

Kai can't process the information inside his head. "I am a traitor all along, guys," Von expanded. 'W-What? I can't understand...' Kai thought as he looked blankly at him. "He is the co-leader of my secret group, whereas I am the leader," Zaykee, Astrid, and Kai turned their eyes to where the voice came from. Astrid and Kai kneeled involuntary since that person who spoke is the King of Slenia, the King of Kings! Meanwhile, Zaykee remained standing because he is of the same strength as the King, so the King's enormous aura didn't even pressure him. It looks like he is just with a kid.

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

I blinked, Cazz’s hoarse growl from the night before coming back to me. I am King, Jesse. King of your heart, mind, and body. King of your soul… You are my mate, my Queen. The holder of my soul. And so I Claim you, you lucky bitch. You are mine, Jesse. Forever. “The holder of my soul…” I breathed. Rake’s head jerked back. “He said that? About you?” I nodded, watching him. “Why do you look like that? He said he was King of my soul, so isn’t that the same thing?”

the older man snapped his finger, "you're still alive, dead spirit doesn't have energy colour like yours." So the older man found a protection spell from gods, then he saw Henry's soul was still connected to the world, meaning he was still alive. Henry looked at the toes of his shoes which looked dirty with dust and mud, his heart was beating fast. He could feel the pulse in his neck and the pounding of his heart beating against his ribs. "I- I'm still alive?" "Maybe the answer you are looking for is your memory and where is your body now," Tania's father's statement made Henry's thoughts swirl and feelings mixed.

It was just his luck though, the fact that the new predecessor was weak, unable to control himself and unable to keep himself in command. Alpha Ruax, the wolf of Alpha Hade. The wolf who managed to overpower his host and was in command as if it was his own body. He commanded the wolf form and he commanded the human form. It was unfortunate for the pack, seeing how Ruax was never interested in it’s wellbeing. He never tried to make amends with other packs- on the contrary, he threw oil in the fire. Tried to make matters worse. In the past, his spirit had occupied many bodies, including Hade’s father. However, it could only be so for a limited amount of time. In the end, the human would mature

They all bowed again, exiting the royal hall one after the other. Lucifer left his throne to the room where he had buried his wife’s body. He shifted the cover of the coffin box, staring sorrowfully at the decayed body in it. Selena was his wife since the day he took after his father, The Devil. And for a thousand years, she has ruled the kingdom alongside him. He has never stopped mourning her, and he believes that one day she will come back to him. And now that he can feel her presence, he will stop at nothing to bring her back home. . . back to himself.