Black Blood Soul Eater Novels & Stories

But Purple Smoke stopped her by freezing her neck forward. Purple Smoke then pulled her hands higher above the jar along with a thick black smoke coming out from the black crystal. She was in some kind of unexplainable pain by the way her arms and the rest of her body trembled while sweating profusely. Then she pushed the black smoke towards Méah. The screams on it were even more louder and deafening, the screams of the damned souls. Their figures that took form as black smokes were as terrifying as their name. They don't have nose or hair but their whole face was only composed with two red eyes and an exceptionally wide mouth.

Isn't it the system from hell? Xiao Yao System: Don't be silly, the system from hell only exists for scum users who occasionally appear lost in the system. Yu Liang: (!!!) Xiao Yao System: Just that the personalities of these souls are very strong and difficult to break, especially our protagonist who is obsessed with music and nothing else. Yu Liang was silent for a while absorbing these fragments of information about the Dark BL system and some of the system's grand universe secrets.

They feed on human souls and flesh. Serra never saw one but they said the monster has scarlet glowing eyes, long and sharp razor-like talons, long black slithered body with black smoke coming out. The Reapers cannot be killed or even wounded by any weapons forged on earth. They are dimensional creatures and only those who draw power from other dimension can kill them, the Inkurs. The image of the monster gives shiver to her skins. She will never wish to meet one.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Shadows slithered across the ground, whispering faintly, voices like fingernails on metal. There, just ahead, pulsed a faint glow. A soul, corrupted and twisted, hung midair, wrapped in threads of black smoke. Its shape was humanoid but warped—arms too long, eyes hollow pits that flickered with pale green fire. It thrashed weakly, emitting a faint wail that scraped against Avery’s ears. “Do you see it?” Kael asked, crouching slightly. “That’s your target. Keep your tether steady. You pull, you don’t flinch. You hesitate, it’s gone. Again.”

Down on the massive, golden root of the Blackwood Wastes, Caleb Blackwood stood up. His armor was gone, dissolved by the Null-Code, leaving him stripped to the waist. But he didn't look vulnerable. The Sovereign silver-gold runes on his skin were no longer just burning; they were integrated with the pulsing crimson veins of the Origin Blood. He felt the heartbeat of the entire planet beneath his feet. "They're coming for the branches," Caleb growled, his molten gold eyes tracking the millions of white shards screaming through the atmosphere. "Let them come," Scarlett’s voice echoed from above.

“Food tastes like texture. Music sounds like math. People become shapes you recognize but don’t reach for. You don’t miss anyone because the part of you that misses is gone.” Nori’s eyes burned. “That sounds like death.” Kolden blinked once. “It feels like not caring whether you’re alive,” he replied. Rafael stepped between them gently, like he was blocking a blade. “That’s the cost,” he said. “And they sell it like peace.” The voice outside kept speaking, tone soft as a lullaby. “Clean cuts prevent escalation,” it said. “Clean cuts protect communities. Clean cuts stop the dark from feeding.”

I utter and I am about to stand when I fall. It seems like my body is now weak, I am tired, hungry, thirsty and sleepy. I am running out of strength and I know this battle is near to the end, the end where we all die and Evetora will fall. Not until someone with a power of a match to the black goddess appears. “NO!” Demonica and Queen Veronica both screams as we all see how the shield broke and the black goddess take Demonica by her neck choking her. “Give me your body and soul.” The black goddess said as she sucks in her breath and we all gasp seeing how Demonica’s skins starts to turn to ash and is suck into the black goddess mouth like a vacuum.

Deep in the blackness of the forest, the shadow soul fed, slipping into the skin of another victim. —

Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England. Takashi didn't give her a second to recover. He lunged forward, his long naginata slicing through the air in a horizontal cut aimed directly at her unprotected throat. The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater.