Black Blood Soul Eater Novels & Stories

At the same time, a black dragon that was ten thousand feet long appeared in Caleb's soul! He had nine claws and six pairs of black wings, and its body was completely covered in black scales! And once he appeared, Caleb's soul seemed to contort, threatening to break! "Hahaha! I will now devour your soul and claim your body, you foolish child! Finally, I can escape this place and return to my people in the eastern seas… You inferior, despicable apes! Especially that heinous high guru, Quelea Ysark! Just you wait!!!"

"If you would just give me some seconds to explain, it would be better for all of you. I don’t need anyone to interrupt until I am done with whatever I am talking about. After that, you can ask your questions. Deal?" Everyone nodded their heads, and Daphne looked at Liam for assurance. He gave a stiff nod for her to continue. "The black wolves are hunters. But you see, they are different from the others who want to use us for experiments or make a new drug for immortality. They are soul-sucking demons, and they want nothing more than to destroy packs, isolate them, and then claim them. These ones derive pleasure from killing. There is no afterlife if they get you." "Is that what happened to

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

He some how lost more coloring in is face at my calm words “Ground Spears!” I shouted angrily punching up into the air. The soldiers that surrounded us were now high up on the points of the spears with blood gushing and dripping down the jagged rocks, more groans and moans of pain filling the air which was tainted with the scent of blood. “Soul Snatch!” I ripped the wispy soul out of the body, and he looked terrified. “Soul’s Doom!” Just like before, a white demon charged right at him and shredded his soul to many little pieces. The spears disappeared a moment later, and I was encircled by bodies.

She shook her head trying to wipe those giddy feelings when she saw a black rose with a message ' πάρτε δείπνο μαζί μου '. ************ Clanking of silver chains resonated throughout the arena. Black moon pack ....the pack whose existence was long gone. Long may the Queen reign. Warriors who didn't surrendered were massacred mercilessly. A slaughtering where death wasn't rewarded but Inferno - the Hell....with dark souls and a promise of bloodbath...the blood of souls. The souls who would be tormented till infinite time, till he quench his thirst of vengeance, touch his Persephone and he will make your nightmare seem like a daydream.

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

I cautioned him, knowing that he was dining with the devil using his shortest spoon; in fact, he was eating right out of the devil's mouth. "He can't kill me if he is already dead, can he?" He asked, and his face spread in a satisfied smirk. "You killed him?" I asked, unsure if he was capable of killing a man like Elder Blackthorn easily. Not even without a single scratch—one would have to be some type of original wolf for that to happen. Elder Blackthorn had dabbled in some black magic, which had corrupted his wolf and made him some sort of soulless monster. One that didn't care how much blood he consumed as he achieved his aim. It had been a giant relief when Father had drowned him.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.