Black Blood Soul Eater Novels & Stories

The mocking voice of a man sounded out from every direction within that space. A wraith-like body appears in every direction, thousands of wraith-like bodies with the face that if Zhu Wushang saw him he would remember him. It’s the face of The Black Merchant. “You won’t die that easily huh? Black Merchant!” Said Yog-Sothoth before releasing his power, The black shock wave released from his body crushing all of the wraith-like body. All of the wraith bodies of the Black Merchant have been crushed at the power of the black shock wave until none of it remains. The only thing that remained was the silence.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Azrael stepped beside me and said, “You know why Syne doesn’t want to kill your brother? Well, I assumed you didn’t know because the rest of the angels weren’t aware… ” “She loves my brother and she doesn’t want to…” Azrael laughed which made me stop. I waited for him to stop laughing because it seems to him that everything that’s happening is just a game. I think I am starting to hate him now. I decided to leave him there until he said, "Your brother has no soul." I turned to him. "What?" “Vampires have no soul. Aren’t you aware of that? ” I was caught off guard. I never thought about it. I didn’t even realize how important having a soul was because we are vampires, we don’t die. So, why do

They may have my blood in their hands, but the monster in me will be spilling more blood and destroying more lives. First, Lucy, then Cassidy...I'm no longer just a lost soul, I'm the devil incarnate.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack. Faith stopped crying and exclaimed, "There must be a mistake. Please let me explain, Felix!" "You wretch! How dare you toy with me?" Felix transformed into a wolf and aimed a powerful kick squarely at Faith's chest. I nearly couldn't stop myself from smiling as I looked at Faith's pathetic state. After all, I hated her as much as I hated Felix. I had already planned to make Felix pay for betraying me and for causing Ryan's death. It only made sense that I would also take revenge on Faith since she had been responsible for exiling me from the pack.

Heavens. I was terrible, but even with my predicament, I could still testify that my killer was a little bit good-looking. No, mouthwatering. My mouth watered, only because I was scared to the pit of my stomach. It would have been much better if my mouth flooded because of his nice appearance. His hair was the darkest shade of black. Blinding black. He stood 6’8 tall. I guess. Watching from where he stood at the light switch. The runes that were the only thing that was visible when the lights were down had disappeared

Yet there was something inside of me that was left without a doubt that the terrifying creature that stood before me was the scary Alpha’s wolf. He was bigger than any wolf I had seen or even imagined. His fur was black as night with not one spot of color, and from the look of him alone you could just tell how dangerous he was. But what made the blood freeze in my veins, more than his form, were his eyes. His blood red eyes. Those eyes watched me, as if being able to see into my soul and predict my next move. It dared me to run in fear knowing that it would make no difference.

In the quiet of the boy’s home, Xareth performed a ritual, his body writhing with demonic energy, muttering incantations in a tongue that hurt to hear. A cold wind swept through the room. I saw it. The boy’s soul. It floated gently from his body, confused, trembling, until the shadows pulled it from the room. “What’s happening?” I asked, horror gripping me. Zevarion’s voice was grim. “He’s taking the boy’s body.” I watched as Xareth stepped through the doorway, walked up to the boy’s limp form, and entered it. Slipped inside like a serpent into a hollow shell. A moment later, the grim reaper appeared, faceless, cloaked in black, and silently took the boy’s soul away.