Black Soul Eater Characters Novels & Stories

I glared at Denise, my whole body shaking with the desire to tear her apart. Jason paused for a moment when he heard Denise’s suggestion, then broke into a lewd grin. "I was thinking the same thing, but I never leave my brothers hanging. Wayne, go ahead and take whatever you want." Wayne’s eyes lit up as he shoved Vincent aside, grabbing Denise and tearing at her clothes. She screamed for mercy, but no one was coming to save her. Her precious Vincent was now bound and tossed into the corner like a sack of potatoes, completely useless.

Sonny was naked, curled up in the center of the cage. Standing opposite him was a Russian brute over two meters tall and weighing more than three hundred pounds called Ivan. “Ladies and gentlemen! For tonight’s appetizer, we have Soft-Bone Sonny versus Ivan the Siberian Hungry Wolf!” The manic voice from the loudspeaker echoed through the arena. Behind me, Vincent and Carmela were seated in chairs, both bound tightly with iron chains. Vincent’s severed hand was wrapped messily in gauze. Carmela’s lips were swollen grotesquely, thick black stitches piercing through flesh.

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

"Get 'em ass kicking, boy, our flight will be leaving in less than fifty." 1. Abdallah Kareem Al Futtaim. 2. Yusuf Bin Omar. 3. Muhammad Ali Sajwani. 4. Alexey Abramovich. 5. Chiang Yu Xiang. 6. Ken Kurama Hanagaki. 7. Jeon Min Joon. 8. Harris Mitchell. 9. Aliko Dangote. 10. Thomas González. 11. Fabrice Le pond. 12. Marley Woods. Greene constantly recited to himself.

Rio looked at the Knight Lord and mouthed "One day... I'll be back" "Not this time." Kent smiled as the Blight Eater started to devour Rio’s soul. Before the blade could devour Rio’s soul, a small portal opened that sucked Rio's soul into the unknown. Though he escaped into another realm Rio would no longer be a threat to anyone as anyone who is wounded by the Blight Eater their wounds shall never heal as it attacked the victim’s soul directly and destroyed the physical form in the process.

“We were attacked and somehow you got separated from us. You were attacked by one of the Shtrigas and passed out, right when I found you. It will take some time for you to feel 100% again, so you will have to take it easy and rest.” I nodded my head and looked down at my folded hands. “What are Shtrigas?” “In layman terms, a soul eater. They feed on people's souls and if you are ever lucky to get away from one it takes a bit to recover.” “Are we in Daemonium?” I ask with some hesitancy and he nods. I look out through the balcony doors and see an orangish purplish sky behind some mountains. “How long have I been out for?”

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

"Lucas the Demon, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dark Soul." The Rank 2 Ancestor Ranked Dark Race looked at Lucas proudly. "You're already dead," said Lucas. Dark Soul was surprised, and he looked at Lucas in astonishment. Before he could even talk, he lost the chance to do so ever again. Swoosh! A cold glint appeared, and Dark Soul parted from the world for good. Up till the moment when he was dead, Dark Soul could not believe that he would just drop dead like that. "Lucas the Demon, why are you so angry?"

He frowned slightly and smirked, "I understand why Blake suffered at your hands now. You are rather strong. It's a pity that your attainment level is too low for you to survive against me!" With a flick of his hand, Halbert produced his weapon—a long whip known as the Soul-Devouring Bone Whip. There were spikes all over the whip, and they were made out of spines that belonged to ninety-nine supreme saints. Further imbued within were the resentful souls of those deceased individuals

“This is preposterous. Do you think that you have a hold on me?” Beckham’s gaze suddenly turned ferocious. Then, an old man about 60 to 70 years old floated out of Beckham’s body within Kayson’s vision. The old man was precisely the soul that occupied Beckham’s body! The soul old man immediately charged at Kayson as soon as he appeared as if he was trying to attack Kayson. “Foolish boy, even if you do manage to see through my existence, can you withstand my soul attack?” The soul old man sneered and threw a punch at Kayson’s head.