Black Blood Soul Eater Novels & Stories

He pulled out a small, black mirror and pointed it at the sun. "By the blood of the fallen, I call the Soul-Eater!" he screamed. A tear opened in the sky. Not a red fog this time, but a hole of pure, empty blackness. A giant hand, made of white bone and wrapped in ancient chains, reached out of the hole and grabbed me. "Kaima!" Rowan screamed, jumping toward me. But the hand was too fast. It yanked me off the ground, pulling me toward the black hole in the sky. I felt the power being sucked out of me. The runes on my skin began to flicker and die.

Hong! In the hands of the vengeful souls, the black gas dissipated. Samuel held a huge axe in his hand and a ball of black fire in his hand. The black gas on his body dissipated, and he was already wearing the black armor. The black gas dissipated, and his body had turned into two, then into four. Each figure and four black beasts hovered around him! The remaining black gas dispersed and gathered in the sky. When it dispersed again, there were thousands of black axes in the air!

Blood splattered as the body collapsed straight into the dirt. At that moment, a wisp of black mist slowly rose from the corpse, writhing as if struggling. "Trying to escape? Your soul has already been sealed, so just stay put," Chase sneered while raising his hand. Instantly, the black mist shrank and was pulled into his palm. "Nether Ghost Energy!" Chase furrowed his brows slightly. This black mist was the lingering soul energy of a deceased martial warrior, a mixture of resentment and baleful aura.

In this ritual the blood of living humans keeps on flowing out from their seven natural openings until they die and turns in to ‘Black Blood ghost’, once this ritual is completed then the newly formed ‘Black blood Ghost’ keeps reciting the incantation on other living humans. This newly formed ghost are said to be as equally powerful to a malicious ghost, sometime we can consider them as more worst then malicious ghost since they are more deadly and dangerous when it come to destroy them… Black Blood ghost have no sense of reason and only had instinct to kill each and every living being that comes in contact with the blood that is splashed by him, this ghost can trace smell of his own blood o

It was looking for an opportunity to stop Adrian and Rozi's joint attack. The black scythe emanated with an air of death. It felt even colder than the air around them. A faint black aura could be seen around the scythe, seemingly made out of a singular soul locked within. The soul shrieked and wailed in pain. The scythe thirsted for human life, and it would lock the soul it reaped within itself for an eternity of suffering.

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe

he cries. I lunge the knife into the left side of his stomach. He screams in pain. I did it again on his upper right. “Help! Mum! Dad!” Lockie screams. “Goodnight, sleep tight.” I whisper. I quickly slash his throat and leave. I head back to Dead Man’s Woods. I’ve completed my revenge for now. Until someone else crosses paths with me I’ll stay hidden. Saunders house: The front door flings open and the security lights light up. A young boy runs out covered in blood and keeps collapsing. He holds his hand to his throat and the other on his stomach.

She shoved her hand forward, palm first, pushing him aside with the other. He felt her panic as her eyes turned black, shadowy tendrils coming from her, reaching out to each of them, as a larger one shot forward from her hand, straight past him. Shots fired a shot second later, but upwards, missing them, and he turned to find their attempted assailant flailing backwards as her shadows hit him square in the chest.

Callum POV ********** It’s painful. It’s so much pain. It’s like my whole body is shutting down. I feel a rush of blood to my heart and it’s suffocating me. Each and every tissue of my body is ripping apart. It's all black. And blank. I am in the pit of an endless depth. With darkness and silence surrounding me. Where am I? I can't see or hear. I want to scream but my throat is blocked. My lips are dry and chapped or may be bleeding. I can taste blood.

“Hi readers! Since this story has a large cast, I’m sharing the character sketch to make sure you enjoy the journey without any confusion.” Soren Rafael Blackthorn or Rafael Blackthorn Age 25, a hybrid king. King of the entire supernatural world and possesses the power of the earth. Rafael also knows how to read others’ minds. He can show memories to others and even erase people’s memories. Teleporting and making people sleep are his other specialties. He is the head of the THREE ASSASSIN BLACKTHORNS. Rafael is the mate of Saraya.