Black Soul Eater Characters Novels & Stories

I retort angrily. "BRING THEM IN!" He roars with a grin on his face. Through the doorway, two strong looking and smelling rogues drag in the injured bodies of my mates. "Noo!" I gasp in shock. "Ohhh yes! If you continue to back chat me, they..." He points to my mates. "...will take the brunt. So I'd bite that delectable tongue of yours, Miss Bathas." Slowly, Soul stalks towards me with a chilling look on his face. He kneels down before me. I'm handcuffed and naked, so I can't defend myself.

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.

Keysha cried happily; finally, the wait was not in vain. "I'm sorry, maam, so that everyone here is sure and believes that Danar is Marvel, can the village chief help me see Danar's back? If it's Marvel, then there should be a small black birthmark on the right side of the back that is round in shape." Keysha said To prove Keysha's words, the head of the village tried to check Danar's back. "That's right, there is a small round black birthmark on the right side of the back."

He was called the soul-eating demon because he killed and eat his victims. Now that he thought about it, only the first body was still whole, but the following victims' flesh was torn into pieces and some parts of the body were missing. So Sura only eat the soul, while Elisia consumed everything. He glared at Elisia with a dark expression, making her tremble in fear. "You don't deserve to live. You shouldn't have your happy ending." His words were like knives piercing through her heart. She knew what she did back then was wrong. If only Thane knew what it felt like to be a demon.

“Chill out man. You're going to wake her.” “When I arrived, she attacked me again. But Tamael was at the surface. I saw things man. Crazy things. It was like I was someone else too. She was speaking to my soul through her eyes, man. Hell I don’t know. You know she, Dante and me are all aspects from the same soul right. Isn’t that fucking bizarre. She called me Zacharael and Dante is Araqiel.”

The low-rank demons stepped back. I walked forward and slammed my hand on the black rock near the Gate of Torment. It cracked. Then opened, with full force in and out of it. The stench of rot poured out. A swirling hole formed in the air. Souls screamed as they passed by. The sky above darkened, thunder rolled. From the hole, a hand reached out. Long fingers. Bones visible under scorched skin. Thanatos. He pulled himself out, step by step. His body was taller, darker, more twisted than before.

The black figure instantly let out a shrill cry as it was sucked into the mouth, and then it was dead. "Meow, haha, Ding Hao, you got very smart this time. You didn't kill its divine soul. Meow, I'm very satisfied with you this time!" The white giant shadow appeared. It was Evil Moon, who had turned into a behemoth. At this moment, it was pursing its lips and showing a satisfied expression. "A high-level dark expert, although with a little bitterness, is quite special and tastes really nice!" Ding Hao was speechless. "Evil Moon just ate its divine soul?

“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.

I sit next to Devil and jerk my chin up at the others. “Morning, VP,” or “Morning, Killer,” they mumble. I grunt in response. The kitchen is one of the biggest rooms in the clubhouse, with a long table that can seat around fifty people. Most of the brothers live here, so a big kitchen is necessary. It’s the only room that’s always clean since the Soul-Eaters basically live in here during the day. It’s their job to clean up after our messes. We pay them with a small weekly allowance, a roof over their heads, and protection.

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.