Elizabeth Thompson Soul Eater Novels & Stories

She pushes the bottle toward me, tilting her head a bit when I take a sip. “Tessa. Club Bee Mama. Promoted Soul Eater. Don’t worry, I’m not into being an Old Lady or fucking patched cock, so I won’t try to scratch your eyes out anytime soon.” She grins and leans back on her elbows, relaxing against the bar. “Sorry I never talked to you before. I was kind of busy.” “Why were you a Soul Eater if you’re not interested in becoming an Old Lady?” I ask, handing the bottle back and watching her take another swig.

We must find her a soul from the cemetery of her ancestors. Rosemary is a soul eater, once she's fed on one soul. She will need a new one in a year or two. Who's to say she won't come searching for Lucia in a year's time with another request. On and on this could go, an endless cycle on repeat. I am not convinced a soul eater, like Rosemary, can ever truly be put to rest. Her body is in the ground, but her spirit fills the earth with nightmares, tormenting the dreams of men.

“The disturbance registered from the same quadrant where she was last held.” The air grew heavy — a palpable tension pressing against every word. Veyra turned from the railing, her cloak whispering against the floor. “You’re suggesting that a human just breached the boundary between mortal and immortal realms?” Myr bowed his head slightly. “Not merely human, Councilor. She carries the binding mark. That makes her Soulbound.” A low murmur rippled through the Council — disbelief mingled with a fear none of them wanted to name. “The Soulbound line was erased ages ago,” Soreth said, his tone dangerously quiet. “The last bearer was purged at the dawn of the Reaper Wars.”

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

'She' said. "One by one, you followed everything up as it should be. Even your long time enemy who you had changed into a beast to wonder the face of the earth thought that he was going to have his revenge. Little did he know that we were only using him. And now he is dead and gone." 'She' said. "As beasts do not have souls." I said, completing her words. "And how about that herbal woman? I just laughed at her naive behavior. She hadn't even suspected a thing." 'She' said and laughed out loudly.

Her Soul. So, let's see how these girls go through the ups and downs of their life. How will the circumstances lead to their future? What will be the destiny of their set by the universe? And will their souls be able to be together? Or something else is waiting for them.......... Prologue __________________________________________ You are my SOUL __________________________________________ Love, You are my light of hope and rays of blessing. Baby, You are my morning glory and evening bliss. There is no word enough existed to express my feelings,

A good soul. A good soul… "Holy shit," I spat out softly as something that had been staring me right in the face hit me upside the head. "Mom!" Marcus admonished me. I ignored him. "I just figured something out." "What?" came from Erin. Cynthia was sitting down trying to recover her head while Benjamin was trying to stop puking. But the minute I spoke I had all their attention. "Souls… they want pure souls." "What?" Erin repeated. In awe I spoke slowly. "The Eaters. They want pure souls. That's why they go after the boys so hard. They have to have pure souls."

“Whether she’s in the body of that Luna or in the name of Elaine, her soul will always be as corrupted as ours.” I freeze, coldness running in my bones, seeping in every veins and sinews. I hugged myself, thinking that I could warm my body. But no. I am Eliane. Like the Hearteaters, I am forged from the coldest pit of darkness, the aroma of death wrapping in my soul—Eliane’s soul. ‘A liar will never tell the truth…’ someone whispered to me. Was it Eliane’s? Does that mean that I shouldn’t believe anything that these beasts said?

She narrowed her eyes, lips pressing into a thin line before she leaned back in the chair, arms folded tightly over her chest like she was daring me to try. I exhaled slowly and stepped forward. “Her name is Liz. She was the Luna of the Blackthorn Pack, and she was murdered.” That alone made her eyes twitch, but I kept going. “She was also the woman who took me in when I was hurt and couldn't remember who I was or where I came from.” I turned slightly, nodding toward the bed. “Her soul stayed. I don’t know why. I don’t know how. But it didn’t move on. She’s still here, and I’m the only one who can see her.”

As soon as he steps outside, I hear her shriek. See, I can eat anyone's soul except Elena's and Elora's. They're more powerful, and it would take so much longer for me to do that, draining me of my energy before finishing. This obviously means it would tire me instead of instantly making me more powerful. So, to speed things up, I had to make this little potion to make the process faster and more efficient. Take it as a human’s Red Bull, per se. "Uhhh, imbecile. So power hungry, yet- so impatient. Suits her!" I say as I hear Santiago indulge as he begins to eat her soul. She should have known better than to fucking come demanding shit from me. She gets what she gets.