Black Soul Eater Characters Novels & Stories

He glanced and saw Bob opening his mouth. "How are you, bro?" Bob sitting beside him, asked him after a laugh from the words of Chloe's deity. Bob's deity was sitting on his shoulder like a boss. Yman, even noticed that Bob's deity already had arms. Looks like Bob's deity was at level 2 already, same with Chloe's deity. Whereas his Sistela was level 1 only. Chloe was secretly thanking Bob for intervening before the situation became more difficult for her. Although, Bob doesn't know about it.

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.

"You control us all Kerik. You control every being in the universe." The bulky dummy was the first to face my wrath. I stared deep into his soul and found that it wasn't in his control anymore. The devil had taken their souls. The so-called keepers had traded it for wealth and power. He was an easy target. He had nothing left to fight for him. Poor thing. "What are you doing to him?" The boss called out in terror. I saw the air seized around him. "Help!" The bulky one cried out in panic. "What are you doing? All of you, get her!"

She couldn’t feel the bottom of her feet anymore. “Humph! Be buried without a grave,” said Agatha, with her steady blue eyes. “Shit! She’s got me. I have fallen into her trap.” “I will make sure that all the souls you cheated in life comes back and visit you one last time before you meet Satan himself.” “NO! NO! NOOOOO!” “They will digged out your soul from where you leeched in the ground.” Then from behind Agatha, a group of shadows emerges. Restless souls were popping up from the ground. The victim’s souls were crawling and limping towards Elva. Faceless women with their skin missing were licking their fingers as they were itching for Elva.

When it spoke, its voice was layered — thousands of tones speaking in perfect unison. “Why do you descend?” The reapers froze. The sound wasn’t heard so much as felt, vibrating through bone and thought alike. Veyra stepped forward, keeping her tone steady. “We seek the ones who stirred you.” “The Soulbound.” “Yes,” she said cautiously. “You know them.” The figure tilted its head. “Know? I remember them.” The walls trembled, and golden veins flared brighter. Soreth’s grip on his weapon tightened. “Where are they?” Veyra demanded.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?"