Soulless Stories

(New Summary) How was she to know that she would fall? Fall down a hole, fall in love, fall into the void. How would she know if she lacked the very thing that one would think is needed for them. If she didn't have the very cumulation of her being, or perhaps misplaced it, how was she able to do any of it? Maybe with a little bit of luck. "We need a new plan." I breath, "Simple attacks won't work against her." "Sorry to tell ya, but my attacks are anything but simple sweetheart." Sans replied, "You had her in your head, have any thoughts on the matter." "Go for the head of the snake." I grumble. All rights go to Toby Fox for Undertale, and the videos used within the story rights go their respected creators. I own my character Lilly and the cover as well as this old story idea. This also used the zarla's "Handplates" as a backstory for the skeletons.

soulless, lost and yet to be found.

"Make me feel something other than pain," she pleas, a tear rolls down her face silently, shocking me. "Please," she continues. Ezra Griffin is your average teenage guy who rather stays at home reading vile comic books than hanging out with his one and only friend. He is neither a nerd nor a jock. He is just Ezra. Alexandria Grieve is no one. She has nothing, except for a hundred million dollars in her bank account. She is, what Ezra describe her as a rich, soulless human being.

A creepy doll tries to take over a girls life as she's always wanted her family back

Lauren has been running from her family since she was 15, living on the streets fearing being found. She stumbles upon a house not too far out in the country. Nothing would make her suspect that her new dog Rex would become her biggest fear. But could he just save her life?

A girl who felt hatred everywhere

Two sisters. Forced to survive in the forest after the death of their father and disappearance of their step mother. Then, one day, one of them is kidnapped by dark clothed men. Men with no souls. It is up to younger sister Ebony to save her sister. But with nowhere to start, she is utterly lost. The world Ebony once knew to be normal, was going to change. Change into one of mystery, magic and fantasy. Ebony sets out on foot into the depths of the forest, straying far from what she calls home. She seeks help from Logan, a handsome, yet eleqouent fighter; the youngest and most cocky of three brothers skilled, in the art of combat. Together, along with their tutor, the most known, the most exellent fighter, they teach Ebony the ways of fighting before setting off into the mountains and into unknown terrain, to reach the castle in which The evil Lady Elise awaits. Ebony knows little, but she knows this much; There are secrets. Secrets that will change her life. This year, Ebony will fall in love. And she will see her whole world turned upside down, a world hidden from her eyes before, suddenly revealed. But the question is; How deep do the secrets run? And how far will she go to race fate in pursuit to save her sister?

A demon from hell. An innocent boy. A story worth telling. ~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who the hell are you?" I hissed. "Ryan. Ryan Jacobs" He whimpered. I grinned "Well Ryan. It seems like I need your help" ~~~~~~~~~~~~ WARNING! - Explicit language, Violent scenes and overall madness. COMPLETED

Jenny is a girl who feels lonely and suffers depression. Her mom sends her on a trip to her aunt in france but then she meets soulless.

Cats and beer and souls and whatnot.

Continuation of my epic 360+ page Word doc

Castiel... Castiel... The name would play in Sam's mind. Sam... Sam.. It would play on repeat. One boy. One Angel. The entire world. Soullessness. Destruction. What will never tear them apart?

"The Depths of My Ocean" is a profoundly emotional and evocative piece. It carries the weight of personal anguish, isolation, and the longing for genuine understanding. The vivid imagery of the ocean as a metaphor for pain, trauma, and survival gives the piece a raw and resonant depth. It's a poignant exploration of the struggle to be seen and understood, making the reader reflect on empathy and shared human experience

this is my first story so hope you like it

When you've seen humans doing the same old shit for centuries you don't really pay much attention to their behaviour. But for some reason my eyes landed on her, and since that day I couldn't take them off. I was mesmerized by her soul and abnormal human behaviour. She irradiated something unusual, and I needed to find out why. © Copyright. 2015 @rippedskinnyjeans. All rights reserved.

"I do not think I can handle the blood of another person on my hands. "There will be more blood on your hands, Miles," Fleur said tauntingly. "As long as you are alive, there will always be new blood." She laughed maniacally. I grabbed my head in my hands, as I screamed at her to stop. Her laughter did not stop, though. I kept hearing it the whole way home." A Tainted Guilt one shot. Edited by Bayan @Justreading1234 !

True pain is something you may never know. It's not a knife in your leg, getting hit by a car, or being strangled. It is knowing that you are so close yet so far, that you can see the freedom and never have it.

"I would cross the other world for you, adelin. I would bound across long lost kingdoms and face the darkness standing alone for you. I would let your darkness drown out every light I have inside me, and take peace in knowing it was yours." Adelin is forced into a world of war and magic, even though she possesses knowledge of neither. She must find her foothold in this new environment, but will she be strong enough to survive?

Don Row sat them down. The three glared up at his enormous figure slouched on his grand onyx chair with the golden Angels as the legs; all they wanted were their questions answered, every single one of them. Their mother had just been cremated alive along side other gruesome creatures, and everyone who they came across seemed to want to hurt them; how could they not be curious as to why this man had taken them in? "Where do dead people go?" "Will the demons come back?" "Why didn't angels save our mama?" "Who are you?" Don closed his eyes, these brats were going to give him the biggest headache he'd had in decades. "Children," he breathed into his fists, trying not to cave in their skulls. They are only children, he reminded himself, calm down, "do you know what a bedtime story is for?" "Oh, yes." Frida beamed, then crossed her legs, "to make you fall asleep." "Ah, and do you know what the greatest bedtime story is?" Don watched them take a moment among themselves to try and figure it out. Once they shook their heads, he replied. "God."