Evans Soul Eater Novels & Stories

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.

I frowned as I saw it changing its appearance. "Şimdiye kadar, ölümsüzün katili olarak anıldım. Ama bundan sonra yeni bir ismim olacak. Havva'nın hançeri olarak adlandırılacağım. Seni bekliyor olacağım Eve. Unutma, beni sadece sen bulabilirsin. Senden başka kimse yok. Unutma, iki beden bir ruh. Yakında görüşürüz Eve." (Till now, I was called the immortal's slayer. But from now on, I will have a new name. I will be called the dagger of Eve. I will be waiting for you, Eve. Remember, only you can find me. No one else but you. Don't forget, two bodies one soul. See you soon, Eve.) I heard her and I smiled widely.

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

“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.”

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."

A guttural growl, deeper and more menacing than any they’d heard before, echoed through the vast space. Evie’s blood ran cold. The growl wasn’t coming from the fallen creatures. It was coming from somewhere else, somewhere deeper within the ruins. A dark shape emerged from the shadows at the far end of the cavern. It was massive, its silhouette vaguely familiar, but unlike anything they’d encountered so far. It lumbered towards them, its glowing red eyes burning with a malevolent hunger. Evie recognized the creature. It was the Devourer itself, the ultimate embodiment of chaotic energy, and it had awakened.