Death Star Soul Eater Novels & Stories

In an instant, he was inside Two's Soul Scape. The Soul Scape was an immaterial Dimension inside one's self. Adding Ion Energy into it, allowed it to turn corporeal once the Cultivator reached the Correct Realm to do so. Better than carrying any pouches or sacks for that matter. But since it was connected to one's soul the destruction of the Soul would destroy all the items inside. It also required the nurturing of Ion Energy.

“Alright,” Blackie shrugged, “As I said, we used Soul Coupling as a reference to create a new soul-based, multiversal racial characteristic for worldborn. Basically, we gave your soul an ability to… uh… interact with other souls in a special way… which kinda made you into a eunuch,” Blackie laughed awkwardly, “but otherwise it is very handy! I guarantee that in the future, you’ll totally love it!”

It was not Luis Park but Nayna! He moved at her and helped. Her face was burnt! "This..." Luis Park didn't know this! He is useless. The Soul Sentinels can disappear and appear as real soul do. They can also make some damages. Especially that red one! It can burn a person! "....." Luis Park didn't know what to do! Yet he blunted a word that he always did. "Time Machine." Yet... That call didn't reach... "...." To be continued... Satou, D Vote ITIBT for more updates.

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

Ding Hao pointed to Evil Moon and continued, "I forgot to tell you that it likes devouring the soul the most. If you die devoured by it, you will disappear forever." Evil Moon complemented Ding Hao by making an extremely vicious gesture. It looked as if it was pretending to be cute. The assassin's body trembled. For an expert, the destruction of the soul was the most terrible thing. It would imply one could never resurrect oneself again, since the soul and body were completely annihilated. During his fight with Evil Moon just now, he had been scared stiff by this cute-looking fat cat.

Carter POV. Standing on the beach, I’m shocked at the carnage that surrounds me, the heat of the trucks that are in flames and the bodies on the floor. I move closer just as Fenrir comes back to me. “You said you needed to speak to me. What the fuck is going on?” I shout, and he looks at me with pity. “As you know, shifters are real. She is a siren. Asteria is what we call a mate. She is your soulmate. However, Asteria has just declared war. Not only on the humans, but us, too.” Wait. Why?

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

"Not just one. Hundreds. Thousands. They’re coming through the Spire." I looked where she was pointing. Shadows were pouring from the vortex at the top of the tower—shrieking, translucent shapes that looked like Sarah, like the Bone King, like every trauma we had ever faced. They were the "Soul-Eaters" of the Void, drawn to the chaos of the Inversion like moths to a flame. "Killian, take the secondary controls," I commanded, my voice the cold iron of a Queen. "We can't land this thing in the streets. We have to hit the Spire directly. We cut the head off the snake before the body can coil."

Would there be a war? “It might be, but also, it could be that the Elder was trying to gain some upper hand over the other Council members. You see, if you point your finger at the right person and send a soul eater at them, there are a few great benefits. Let’s start with a longer life span, increased stamina, and so on. They become more powerful because the soul eater they feed shares some of the energy with the host. Now, the host is dead, and the leech was forced back home.” “And what do we do now?” I run a hand through my hair. My life is making me frustrated; these stress levels are more than I can take; God, damn it!