Novel & Cerita Ám Giữ Linh Hồn

“You will also assist Arion, the Spirit Guardian, in guiding the souls of fallen Weres across the veil to their eternal rest.” A shiver ran down my spine at the mention of Arion, a name spoken with reverence among our kind. The Spirit Guardian was known for his dedicated commitment to guiding souls, a role imbued with both honor and deep sorrow. “How long must I serve?” I asked, bracing myself for the answer I dreaded.

The skin burned, as though the text itself resisted me. “Echoes,” I muttered. The keeper flinched. “Do not speak of them aloud.” “Why? What are they?” His milky eyes blinked rapidly. For the first time, I saw fear in him. “Fragments of a soul. Splinters left behind in stone, blood, or bone. Dangerous. Persistent. Harder to kill than the man himself.” “And they claim all of his were destroyed?” The keeper bowed his head. “So it is written.” “But you don’t believe it.”

He looked at the man I'd stabbed through the leg. I snorted. "I've got both of you where I want you. You have nothing of value to offer me." I turned my back on him as I made my way to Kiema's Circle. Each body I found had no pulse But something was keeping them here. Keeping their souls locked away. I should have been able to ferry them to the next life. The man who's bellowing was waking the entire planet shrieked one last time. His shuddering arms trying to pump life back into the limp body of Kiema.

only a very small part of the soul and in addition, Its owner had already perished, how could a part of a soul without an owner devour his consciousness? * Lin Ming suddenly cried out, his fist tightened, Lin Ming dug his nails into his body and his blood dripped; I have to keep my heart! Who beats for the path of martial arts! I swore to walk the path of martial arts, how could I die here? Lin Ming had no idea how to get rid of this soul fragment, all he could do was bite his tongue, With all his might, random memories flooded into Lin Ming's consciousness, causing him to succumb to pain

I cleared my throat, trying to stay on track. “I accept the bond to join my soul, body, mind, and spirit. I will protect you with my life. I will love you with my heart. I will follow you into the afterlife. I will be yours even after time has ended.” Our hands began to glow softly. She stared at them in awe, clearing her own throat as she began to repeat after me.

"I would help you out on the shore, protect you, and use Lethe's Brew to search every place you went in each life, but the details would depend on that person and his wishes." "Also, to call back a soul in this world, you need the thing the soul loved most when alive. Did you bring it?" Amelia held the bamboo pole, standing tall like a pine tree, as if the evil spirits around her couldn't affect her at all: "Brought it." "Then take it out, tie a red string on it, and throw one end of the string into the river." Keeper of Lethe's words echoed in the empty fog, making it all feel like a dream.

"That’s impossible. You died thousands of years ago!" "Death is a flexible concept for those who understand how to bind the soul to matter," Alaric answered casually, as if discussing the weather. "I sacrificed thousands of souls to maintain my consciousness, waiting for the right moment. And that moment is now, when the last of my line, with the purest blood, has become the Guardian, and the ley line has been purged of bothersome parasites."

"Just shut up!" Prince Kayziel snapped, irritated "Must you know everything?!" Prince Ron frowned. Wasn't it just a question? Why was the Elf spirit so agitated? Before could retort, Hugh gazed at him with unexpected kindness, his eyes soft beneath the shadow of his hood. "The line guides the soul to its home," he explained quietly, ignoring Prince Kayziel’s glare. "Without it, there'll be no path for the soul to follow and both your souls may cease to exist. The line is necessary."