Evans Soul Eater Novels & Stories

I laughed as I put my arms around my mate, “This is Evan of the Mer people. He is Taylor’s mate.” Elliot smiled, “Dude! It’s been a long time!” He fist-bumped Evan and Evan smiled, “It’s been too long! I take it Elisa is your mate?” Elliot nodded, “She is. Come in the house. I have a shirt for you.” We all went to the house. They all went in while Abel and I hung back.

“Again, due to all the trauma she received, there’s a possibility that there’s another soul or identity in her body that emerged. To explain to you further without confusion, let’s name the other her as ‘Evie’.” Evie was shocked! How did the doctor know that she’s a different soul in Evely’s body and he even knew her name? That psychologist must be a powerful sage!

“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!”

An indescribable glint winked in Evan’s eyes, “I have his grandson.” Viso stilled, comprehending the meaning behind his words for a few seconds. “You mean that kid…” “Yes. Liam is Giovanni Rossi’s grandson.” “Cazzo! He is really Satan's son,” Viso commented, sighing deeply. Evan let out a laugh. “Don't insult Satan by calling Liam his son now we know who his father is. Elijah is a puppy and that too of a toy breed. He acts like a big wolf but he is nothing.” Evan almost rolled his eyes recalling his nonsensical face at the auction.

It's also to ease their relationship. With an awkward smile, Sanji said, "I hope Brother Evan will enjoy the food I and my brothers have prepared..." Evan took one stick of meat and a clean bowl from his pouch. He then put it inside the bowl, wash his hands with the water pouch hanging on his hips then proceed to remove the meat from the stick before putting it back, patiently taking out all the bones only leaving the flesh for his small beast to eat. His moves were practiced and very calm, making the people watching them dumbfounded.

I looked back at the bottle and kept staring at it. Crystal growled in my head, "You have to eat it, Eva. If you keep avoiding hunger, then it'll lead you to a frenzy. You will kill someone out of hunger." Fuck! That wasn't good news. I held my head and found myself sweating even though the temperature of the room was low. "Whose soul is this?" I asked. "A criminal. Don't worry. We don't store innocent souls. We only store souls that are worth being digested." He said in a serious tone and I sighed.

If Evan hadn't escaped the water in second he would have freeze with it. Evan then brought his hand to his side, gripping the hilt of his trusted sword as he narrowed his eyes towards the direction of the blast. His eyes then locked itself to a peculiar looking boy. It immediately clicked to Evan that he is a spirit judging by his otherworldly appearance. He looked like he is in his early teenage years but a spirit have lived for decades.

However, who would have thought another group of humans would stumble upon this dungeon! Let's take a look... Analyse! [Status] Name: Evans Green Race: Human Class: Holy Knight Titles- Prodigy of Brightwing Age: 21 Level: 101

“I manage just fine, thanks. Don’t need your sympathy, or your pity.” The man in yellow nodded, seemingly in complete agreement, which only pissed me off even more. “An right I can see that. You’ve a strong heart’n character, Stuart Michael Evans. A spine o’ steel. Me cousin was the same. Have to be that way, I figure, what with the heavy burden you’ve had to carry all these years.”

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."