Doctor Frankenstein Soul Eater Novels & Stories

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

"You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you." We focused our attention on her as she held Gabriel and Raphael by the neck. They have no trace of wounds but you can see the weakness in them as if they have been fighting Syne for years. Is Syne really that powerful? "Wait, what?" Vanna said. "Vampires can grow a soul?" "Anyone can grow a soul," she replied. "Let's settle this Michael," she firmly said. "Just us and let's forget about the vampires. After all, it should only be between us."

"My boys are very interested in how this works, you're their test dummy." "The boss will take care of you soon enough!" The man cackled as Summer pressed the button on the remote she was holding. Screaming the man started convulsing as the smell of burning flesh filled the room. Panting he set his scornful eyes on Summer who was still smiling. "Going to talk yet?" She asked hovering her finger over the button. "Or was one time not enough for you?" The man clamped his mouth shut as his eyes flashed defiantely.

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

The Ampulex is also known as the soul-sucking race because they never stop stealing other people's souls. There was no way a human could escape from them; once they made eye contact with the victim, they would exploit. Once the soul sucker's mouth touches the mortal's lips, the human's soul can be absorbed. Kissing was a method to consume their lives—their soul. Soul suckers are made robust and vibrant by this. The Ampulex became more prominent and more powerful. And astral vampires won't stand by as the soul suckers exhaust their food supply.

Instead, she made my life more difficult with her endless complaints. I dismissed the call three times before I finally picked up. But it wasn’t Madeline on the line. It was the school, informing me that Madeline had attempted to take her life in her dorm room by slitting her wrists. The words didn’t fully register. The phone slipped from my hand, and the world faded from my eyes. Then, everything went dark. When I regained consciousness, something was different. I wasn’t myself anymore. I woke up in Madeline’s bed and stared directly at… my own face.

"Into screaming metal hell." "Yes," Dracula confirmed. "The Abattoir processes souls into fuel. Everything you see in there—the machines, the conveyor belts, the furnaces, it's all designed to break down consciousness into raw energy. That energy powers other parts of the system. In a way, every deadie you see suffering in there is keeping the Soul Recycle Program running." "That's sick," Marcus breathed.

"We can proceed with your plan. In terms of soul energy, the S-tier Malevolent Phantom is about the same as Francis' soul fragment. As for who would win in an actual battle, I can't really judge. But there's one thing we have to figure out first." Felix quickly asked, "What is it?" "How will you get the S-tier Malevolent Phantom to attack Francis' soul fragment? The soul fragment won't be interested in anything else. Its only purpose is to wait for someone who can gather the Scholar’s Arsenal, then devour them. "Do you get what I mean?" This wasn't really a problem since Felix had already considered it. If not, he would have asked earlier. He immediately looked at Donna with a smile. "Hah, d

The ambiance is not that different from Lambs but considering that this is the diner for werewolves, it may seem gloomy and dark. “The steak here is great.” I looked around when he said that, I groaned when I saw what they’re eating. “That is raw meat,” I stated. He then takes a glance at the werewolves eating. “For us, that is rare.” Alarick waved his hand and a male with an apron went to our table. “A rare steak and a cooked one,” he said, emphasizing the word cooked. The cook glanced at me and nodded before he went back to his station.

They emerge from a hole in the ground, a dark and menacing opening that seems to be the very gate to the underworld. The Drider, an equally terrifying entity, accompanies them. Its appearance is a grotesque blend of spider and humanoid, with a body covered in dark hair and long, sharp legs that creak with every movement. Its eyes, a bloody red, reflect pure malice and an insatiable thirst for power. Together, Drider and the Skinning of the mind are the embodiment of horror, a sight that could chill the bravest of souls to the bone.