Death Star Soul Eater Novels & Stories

"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?"

My face must have showed my sorrow for her as she says "I guess you have figured it out, that I have lost my mate nearly a year ago now and everyday I feel hollow and I feel like the part of my soul Vince left behind is bleeding everyday and I can't take the pain anymore. I did what he asked me to do, I took care of Asher until he could sort things out without anyone else and now my job is done and I want to go to Vince and if my death helps you gain the power you need to take down these creatures aswell then I am more than happy to do it." "It will be an honour to accept your power." I say to Scarlet

The center of the explosion was incredibly close to the three-headed silver python's stomach. Soul Sky was a storm god rank technique. With the help of his world avatar, its destructive capability rose even further! His Soul Burst Ring was the second level of Soul Sky. With the world avatar to bolster it, the destructive capabilities of Soul Burst Ring were incredibly close to the perfect level of Soul SKy!

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.

His mother was a mistress that mysteriously died from an unfortunate accident; his stepmother despised him and never wanted to see his face; her stepsister thought him just like a parasite and never wanted to play with him, and his father only to talk to him when he was needed. On one faithful day, Edgar Brownfur presented Engram with a powerful rune sword called the soul eater that enabled its master to devour souls of the dead creatures inside the weapon and then summon the soul as the sword minions. The more souls it devoured the stronger the sword would become. “From now on, you won't feel lonely anymore, because the souls of the dead will keep you a company.” His father said. Engram fel

I looked at Lucian, the toddler was standing in the center of the falling light, his small hands outstretched, unlike everyone else, he wasn't losing his glow, the Starlight flakes seemed to dance around him, afraid to touch his skin. ‘They are the ghosts of dead suns, Mother,’ Lucian’s voice vibrated in my mind, a hauntingly mature resonance, ‘The Star-Eater has eaten a thousand kingdoms to make this storm, it wants us to go to sleep so it can swallow the core.’ "I won't let it," I said, my voice dropping into the resonant, unyielding tone of the Platinum Anchor.

But Xiao Chen felt that if he didn’t defeat him with his own strength, his pride would be insulted by a city lord who was merely at the Earth Emperor level. “Death Technique: Soul Pull!” Xiao Chen, who had acquired many death techniques in the Underworld, used one that could pull a dying soul into the Underworld. And as he used the technique. Xiao Chen’s black eyes rippled slightly, and the city lord’s soul—along with the worm clinging to it—was drawn into the black hole in Xiao Chen’s hand.

"What do you usually eat?" Kael was silent for a moment. "I don't require food." "Then what do you run on?" "Negative emotions," his voice was quiet. "Fear. Despair. Anger." I nodded. "Oh. So you're an emotion recycler. Basically, a supernatural social worker." 【Comment 1: A social worker??? Sweetie, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about what 'devouring soul echoes' means?】 【Comment 2: Can't she see it? As Kael talks, the lingering resentment from players who died in fear is getting sucked into his body like black smoke!】

Child of the Unbound. The sound burrowed beneath her ribs. “What is this?” she gasped. The words felt wrong here, like they didn’t belong to her mouth. Kael’s expression darkened. “The soulstream beneath all realms—the artery of Death itself.” The Vein pulsed, as though acknowledging him.

Coleman padded along the walls, the secretions holding him to the surface like Velcro knitting together. Andrew continued to climb down the ladder, Suzanne over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift. Timms, hanging on above, but below Jackson, was the first to shoot up at the thing... because it was no longer a man, no longer technically alive anymore—which caused another problem for those trying to combat the Sleepers. If the virus was inside you when you died—the air getting to Coleman’s bullet wounds as he lay bleeding to death—then apparently it wouldn’t let you go without a fight. They hadn’t hung around to see, but maybe back there during the first battle the burnt up sleepers had carried o