Doctor Frankenstein Soul Eater Novels & Stories

When she calmed herself, she sighed, becoming sad again, then she raised the knife that flashed in the light, “this is for everyone you have ever caused pain. Let us start with me.” And in one smooth motion, she slit his throat. Blood sprayed across his chest. He tried to speak, but only gurgling sounds escaped his mouth. Karma climbed on the bed and stood over his head, placing her Christian Louboutin heels over his mouth, and with one forceful push down, she matched firmly on the ball in his mouth, causing it to enter his throat. The last thing Marcus saw was his daughter wiping the blade on his shirt, her cold, empty expression never changing.

Jon felt himself falling into that unknown world which seemed devoid of light and color as screams of agony filled his ears. Jon blinked and suddenly found himself back in the library looking at the strange picture. He felt his feet touching the floor and heard the soft hum of the library's air conditioning. Still looking at the painting, he gazed at the creature again and recognized the combined features of the bat and snake. Dante watched with a self-satisfied air as Jon stood transfixed in front of the painting. "Mesmerizing, isn't it?" remarked Dante. "The ember ghost!" Jon gasped.

He pointed at the map, his finger thunking against the pool table. “Eliza Wrath?” Jo repeated. The thought had crossed her mind, a long time ago, before she was put in charge of this mess. It was not a move her dad was likely to make if he were here and in charge. No one trusted Eliza before she’d made the decision to leave LIGHTS for her own personal reasons. Now that she was married to a Vamp, even if Lucas was different than most of the others, they trusted her even less. He was Souled, which meant when he’d been turned, he hadn’t become some demonic version of himself. Instead, he was essentially the same person as he was before. He just needed blood to survive. Most Souled Vampires had

"Were you guys not listening? They are not zombies. They are soul eaters." Chandler shrugged. "What's the difference?" I rolled my eyes at his flippant tone. "One eats flesh, and one eats your soul." "They are still mindless beings," Benjamin pitched in. I groaned. "I don't know that for sure and who's to say that the part that makes them human is not still running around inside there," "The part that makes them humans is their soul," Chandler pointed out sagely.

“Edward, no, you are going to kill me. What are you going to tell Asher, that you killed his mother?” “Still in character, aren’t you? Well, let’s see if you can still be after this,” he tightened his hold on her neck and he could see her choking and his eyes burned brighter blue fire but right before he could burn the soul, a puff sound was made and both Aliyah and the baby carrier was gone. Two rats were running, trying to get away from there and grabbing onto the tails, Edward raised them up. “Rat demons, just like I suspected.” He smiled and watched them squeak in pain before turning into ashes and falling down like dusts. Edward closed his eyes, the energy from their souls healing him i

“Oh my god…” Tristan raised his head slowly, a grin curling over his lips. His eyes glowed like coals buried in ash. “Am I that horrifying to look at?” he said, voice laced with mockery. The tray clattered to the floor. She backed up. “W-what…what happened to you?” He stood. The shadows followed. “I became something better,” he whispered, vanishing from one side of the room and appearing behind her in a blink. The scream barely left her throat before his blackened hand grabbed her head. Her body convulsed as he fed—dark wisps of her soul dragging out of her mouth, eyes, chest. She gasped once. Then nothing.

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.

Raul said, levitating up to me at eye level, and reaching out his hand for Fiona. “Enjoy your snack my friend,” I said, handing her over. Both vamps immediately sank their fangs into opposite sides of her neck, and suddenly several other vamps appeared, chomping on a piece of her flesh. Grayson returned to wait for the soul. It was merely a few seconds until I heard the heartbeat stop, damn they must have been hungry. “I might have a few minutes of downtime with this one, she’ll be a little harder to … digest and I may be a bit … drunk,” Grayson said, flexing his arms, already eyeing his next prize.

Strangeness began to possess her, and she signaled to Uncle Hans to approach, to raise the robe over her head, concealing all her features. "What is going on?" Mr. Hans spoke as the two men turned to him. "They are soul eaters, it seems that the carriage driver was in violation or owned a valuable thing, and his luck did not align with him, the soul eaters did their job." Someone spoke to move away from the cart, showing what was inside. The driver was sitting in his seat, his skin so white as a lifeless dry peach, he learned that feeling when you've been in the water for too long and your skin wrinkled, well, that's a lot worse while his eyes were next to him on the seat.

The critics labeled him as a schlock filmmaker only and didn't take him seriously, he always said to people who looked down on the director and the genre. "—I mean have you ever seen any other classic movie monster scarier than a zombie? Dracula, Frankenstein or the Wolfman are pussies compared to a zombie," said Trevor, once they arrived and sat down on the bar stools. "It's Frankenstein's Monster by the way. Frankenstein is the Doctor's last name. The big ugly guy doesn't have a name in the book and only referred to as such," Zeke said and glanced left and right at the bar, looking for the bartender.