Asura Soul Eater Novels & Stories

As we approach, enemies and allies crouch down, unable to bear the weight of their own bodies, precisely because of our aura. Now it is clear who the enemies are; all of them wore the insignia of the Black Moon pack, which is quite bold of them to attack the main city and the hospital to try to steal Sophia, who is the Luna and Beta of this place. What do they want? I still don't know, but I can't get out of my head the phrase Gáta used, that Perseus and Achilles are not the true destined ones. 'The person Sophia hates the most is the one who beat her and left her to die in an alley,' Shara, my Daemon, said.

he replied, his eyes shifting from Tamsyn to me. "Which means it’s not just about dead Dark Circle members, but dead souls as well." She paused, biting her lower lip—a nervous habit that seemed to draw my focus. "These beings are ideal for war; they awaken only to fight. They don’t care if it’s a pup, a she-wolf, or even a female vampire or witch. They kill without discrimination." As the gravity of her words sank in, the room fell silent. Anderson nodded slowly. *This is far deeper than we had ever expected. It won’t end as soon as we hoped,* Delius remarked, and I felt my breath hitch.

I was lying in the sun one day as Hal was dealing with the rose bushes again when he suddenly exclaimed in frustration, "Damn these flowers! They really don't like me!" I chuckled and grabbed the watering can right next to me, splashing him with the cold water. Hal felt the water on his back and immediately turned around to playfully glare at me. "Excuse you, Winter Brooke! How dare you conspire with the roses to bully me as well?" Hal immediately came up to me and started tickling me as I laughed and begged for mercy. He wasn't a good cook, but he still practiced hard at it. One night, he made enough food for a grand seven-course meal, consisting of burned, overcooked, dried-out, and even s

Katherine stood in the center of it all. Her body had already shifted back, human again, fragile again. Blood dripped steadily from her palms, pooling in small dark circles on the blackened sand. Her eyes were still gold. She had always been mine, but what she turned into, was something I couldn't find myself claiming. Elder Veyra rose. “She is no longer merely Luna of Volkov,” he declared. “She is the Luna of Ashes. The key made flesh. The storm foretold in the oldest scrolls. I think she was reborn when the veil could no longer hold. An ancient being has returned to us, bound to the blood of two packs and the spirits that wait beyond the sky…”

Cause she had to handle her third trouble which was to calm down her crying son and that was nowhere near easy. Yeah, she was a mother and blessed with a lovely son who was the love of her life, her everything, her son Zayn Abedin. ************** Cold Skin, Drag My Feet On The Tile As I Am Walking Down The Corridor I Know We Haven't Talked In Awhile So I Am Looking For An Open Door ***************** ................... Assalamualaikum Readers... I hope you all liked it... Don't forget to comment and vote...... I love you all...... 

He extended his hand for a handshake. She grinned. "My name is Freya!" She extended her hand as well. "I am the assassin who will end your life someday. I will reclaim everything that belongs to me—I will not leave a dime, and none of you will live to see me rule my people," she reflected, letting out a painful smile. His parents have caused her seventeen years of nightmares, and she will not let it go. She will be his Luna as well as the secret vengeful assassin starting today.

The collar rune around my throat snapped—light cracking like glass. It dissolved. Mara’s face twisted with rage. “No,” she hissed. “You don’t get to—” “I do,” I snapped. I turned to the black-water seam and spoke the only command that mattered. “RETURN.” Ash surged—not upward, not outward—*sideways*, into the water like a hook. The black water fought, swirling, trying to swallow my ash. I clenched my jaw and pushed. “RETURN HER.” The water bulged. A shape rose.

he whispered, irrational pure in his tune. If he were to get a hold of Darius at that point, he would break every bone in his body; he doesn't know the trouble he is causing. He hissed, hitting his hand hard on the counter before walking out of the kitchen while slipping his hands into the pocket of his sweatpants. He pulled out his phone, dialling Asher's number in frustration. He had trusted him to ensure the security team was topped, then what must have gone wrong? If anything happens to Raya, he won't be able to forgive himself.

He charges straight under the Heart’s next swipe, driving his blade deep into the creature’s exposed gut, twisting savagely. Black blood erupts, splattering the stones, hissing where it touches skin. The thing screams— a sound so sharp and wrong it peels the air back from my ears. It tries to swat him aside. Kael plants his boots and rips the blade upward, carving a savage line through ruined flesh. Entrails spill. But it doesn’t fall. It surges forward, head lowering, jaws gaping. It’s not a mouth. It’s a pit. Teeth and bone and grinding hunger.

I close my eyes and fall into a variation of my usual nightmare. It’s quiet, too quiet. The only sounds are the soft patters of mouse paws skirting across wooden floorboards. I’m in the old slave holding cell from my childhood but I am, as I am now, an adult. I’m in my assassin outfit. There are slaves all around me, but they are frozen in time. Their mouths are agape as if they are afraid and their eyes are empty as if they’ve lost the will to live. Their forms are distorted into odd postures, some with their legs bent over their heads or an arm bent backwards against the joint and up. They don’t have hair or distinguishable faces, and they all wear the same rags I remember from my childhoo