Black Soul Eater Characters Novels & Stories

After all, now that they had passed on in peace, they wouldn’t end up turning into evil spirits… Either way, now that they were gone, Gerald drew the Astrabyss Sword before starting to mutter some odd incantations… The spell Gerald was chanting was known as Soul Eater, and casting it enabled him to completely exterminate villainous spirits. As Gerald had earlier said, any spirits caught within the punishing spell wouldn’t be able to be reincarnated… While Gerald rarely used the spell, he knew he had to use it on the dead Soul Hunters. After all, they deserved this punishment, and Gerald wasn’t about to let them die in peace and escape judgment.

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

My legs felt weak, and I stumbled, but Tay's steady grip kept me upright. "No," I whispered, tears streaming down my face. "This can't be happening." Tay’s expression was a mask of anguish and rage. "We were too late." Suddenly, a group of rogues emerged from behind the charred remains of a house. Their leader, a tall, scarred female with a cruel smile, stepped forward. Her voice was utterly familiar."Well, well, look who decided to join the party." Tay growled, his eyes blazing with fury. "You’ll pay for this."

"They know every account, every shell corp, every dirty little secret I've ever buried…" They had been mentally, psychically violated. The new hunter was an entity codenamed the "Soul-Eater," a non-corporeal mind-thief who could steal and consume memories as easily as a common pickpocket lifts a wallet. Its goal was brutally clear: extract the location of the Obsidian Lab and the nature of Jack’s debilitating curse from the minds of his inner circle. "We can't track it," Aaliyah said, her voice laced with a despairing frustration. "There's no energy signature, no physical presence, nothing to lock onto. It's a ghost in the machine of the mind."

He was all skin and bones. "The Soul Summoning Technique is the mystical technique of my people. Only those who cultivate the Soul Technique are able to use it. I didn't expect you to see through it. You're indeed an elite among humans." He looked at Chase with interest, seemingly admiring him. "Is there anything you want?" Chase frowned. He was not surprised at the appearance of the old man. These dark beasts were extremely powerful, especially the black eagle and the black lion, which were leading the beasts. Their powers were equivalent to a stage-five or six martial god.

I whispered, the name tasting like cold ash. From the black-emerald light of the Ziggurat, a new figure stepped out—not a god, and not a machine, but a Revenant of the Foundry, his skin still charred by my sunset-gold fire, his eyes glowing with the hollow, blue light of a Man who has already been through Hell. "Welcome back to the Foundry of the Soul, Darlene," Silas growled, his voice a perfect mirror of my own nightmares. "It’s time to find out if the 'Queen' can survive the Ghosts she thought she had Buried."

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.

I sat in my room for three days. Not dramatically. I attended to my duties — the morning cleaning rotation, the evening meal service, the geomun'go practice that Mistress Hana insisted upon regardless of scheduling or emotional state. I did these things. I did them correctly. I did them without letting anything show on my face, which was not difficult because I had been trained since childhood to perform tasks without letting things show on my face. Between duties, she sat on my sleeping mat and thought. Soul Sight activates upon soulbound recognition, I had read, in the texts. The connection, once formed, cannot be unformed. The soul recognizes what it has always been bound to.

They forced me to kneel, to bow my head, refusing to let me go until I complied. Bella’s once youthful and innocent face twisted into something demonic. I heard her ask, her voice soft but cruel, “So tell me, are you my dog, little bitch?” The pain made me dizzy, and my instinct to survive buried my dignity. I nodded frantically, desperate to avoid further torment. “Yes… yes…” Her voice dropped lower as if savoring her power over me. “Well then, my good dog, little bitch, why don’t you bark for me?” I hesitated for a moment, but then another girl kicked me from behind, forcing a cry from my lips.

I sit with the sirens as night falls and my mind wanders to Carter and what he is doing. “He is ok, I went to check on him. He is trying to find you. Lycaon and Selene are with him. Selene gave him hell.” I chuckle, knowing Selene is vengeful when she needs to be. Portals open around the settlement, I stand and see Gaia, Fenrir, Destinee, Titus, and the rest walk through with their warriors. I move towards them when I see the hellhounds. One runs towards me and I drop to my knees and he licks my face and I stroke his head. Anubis. When another comes over and growls at him and I chuckle at him. Set.