Evans Soul Eater Novels & Stories

"A rogue pack, newly emerged from the 'Deep-Veil' pockets in the Cascades. They aren't just breaking the ceasefire, Eva. They’re hunting. They slaughtered a human police unit in Portland and hung their badges from the pines. They’re calling for a 'Great Harvest' before the Abyss takes it all." Evangeline sat at the central console, her fingers dancing across a holographic interface that monitored the global resonance levels. She looked up, her own sapphire eyes reflecting the data-streams. The ring of blue around her irises had become more pronounced, a permanent mark of the "Anomalous Chord" that now anchored her soul.

Evelyn actually believes the poisons are restorative tonics. The Soul-Eater is working well. Her spirit wolf will weaken bit by bit. Soon, both she and her pathetic pup will die screaming.

She had feigned death, escaped the wreckage, and now, years later, she was about to be bound to him in a way that defied both logic and fate. Selene’s stomach churned. The Soul-Oath was known to bind two souls so tightly that they shared pain, emotions, and even memories. She had never thought she would be forced to undergo it, and certainly not with the very man she had condemned to his suffering. But now, it seemed the inevitable had arrived. Her eyes locked with Kael’s from across the room, and for the briefest moment, something stirred within her. A flicker of recognition? No, that was impossible. He hadn’t remembered her, not yet. And it would be better that way.

"How many times do I have to watch you die? How many times do they have to bring you back as a monster?" "Rowan is a memory, Lyra," the man said. His voice was deep and smooth, but it didn't have the warmth I used to crave. "I am the First Eater. I am the evolution of the species. I am what happens when the wolf finally stops begging for scraps and starts eating the moon." He stepped over Isaac’s unconscious body, his boots clicking on the metal floor. He didn't look at me with love. He looked at me like I was a bug in his path. He reached out a hand toward Leo, his violet claws glowing.

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

The swirling ball of energy engulfs her before receding and fading away at the sound of barking laughter. A tall man with dark black hair and sparkling green eyes step out of the woods. “Am I late, JaSwana? You know I like a good fight… I mean, party.” JaSwana jerks her head to a guy off to the side, who comes forward with a length of rope.

My brother is vexed by my father, but this just makes me more curious as to why my father is working so hard to keep William away from our future Luna. As I’m walking to my room I notice Gemma’s scent coming towards me, but when I look up ready to see my Sunshine I’m met by Delta Everett’s glare. “What the fuck is wrong with you Ev?” He doesn’t say anything as his large frame comes stalking towards me, and before I can even think about what’s going on he throws a white powder into my face.

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”

"Evet." When he lowered his head and entered his room, he came across a picture of his parents. With a wry smile and heavy steps, he went to the nightstand and took the picture in his hand. While the word "I'm sorry" was falling from his mouth with broken sobs, he embraced the picture among his rising cries... Death was right, but the person who caused it would suffer from remorse until he died... ***

From a lowly mortal, he had been able to gain power that was beyond his imagination in the past. Even now, Evan was convinced that he barely scratched the surface of what this little item on his fingers was capable of achieving. “Status.” He silently uttered. Name: Evan Ridley Class: Warrior Experience: 100/1000 Level: 1 Cultivation Techniques: None Life: 100 Strength: 98 Agility: 45 Intelligence: 3 Defense: 79