Evans Soul Eater Novels & Stories

And Evan laughed out at this as they entered the room filled with sick scent of blood, sweat and piss. “Mama Mia! No. Finally, I got my compagno back. Finally…” Evan cheered before throwing the gun at Viso who caught it in his hand before looking at the ugly vulture tied to the chair, beaten up nastily. “I thought my compagno would lose this game, his temptation would suppress his Bonkerhood.” Evan grinned while looking at the victim's fearful eyes who was seeing the Bonkers. He knew his ultimate death was standing in front of him.

That’s how he got the title bloody devil. “Arvan, send more of our men to the south side of the city. Both of us are enough here to deal with those useless dogs of Vordamorte’s. I don't know why those old dogs of my clan were so sure that these weaklings could kill me, lol.” Evan taunted while killing two more of his enemies with just one bullet. He took out his customized HK-416 assault rifle and started his devil mode.

It seemed like a simple statement to him, something he’s gotten used to, but his words struck me like an arrow through the heart. I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea of Evan not having a soul. Despite the fact that he was genuinely undead, he was one of the most interesting people I’d ever met. He was brimming with so much personality that if he had no soul, it called into question just where personality comes from. If not the soul, what was it that made us people? He made me feel so alive that him being soulless just didn’t feel possible. “Oh . . . I’ll try.”

Someone they grew up with? I see a burst of purple lightning then. Callum. He’s making his way across a field, surrounded by Soul Eaters. And they’re going for Ally. She doesn’t seem to notice yet. I’m moving in that direction before I can stop myself. And before I know it I'm again in the middle of a battlefield. “Evan!” Amber yells in the distance. A Soul Eater heading towards the wolf she’s been with. The Soul Eater is already weakening the wolf. But Amber doesn’t care, she runs in between them!

I pressed my bloody hand to the steering wheel, leaving a crimson print. "I swear by my blood and my broken heart," I whispered to the darkness. "Evangeline Cross will pay for what she's stolen from me. Even if I have to sell my soul to make it happen." Lightning flashed across the sky, as if the universe itself had heard my vow. And in that moment of brightness, I could have sworn I saw something in the clouds, a pair of silver eyes, watching me with ancient amusement. The Soul Eater was waiting. And I was coming to make a deal.

“Evan…” His broad shoulders prevented my legs from closing together, tongue darting out, licking flat on my still sensitive core. He didn’t care if he’s tasting me... tasting himself on me. He set his mind on one thing... marking me. Evan’s searching tongue found my clit, circling, biting, turning me into a breathless mess. He groaned, eating me like a starved man in a buffet, and he wasn’t full yet. “Oh, fuck!” I cried when he inserted two thick digits inside me, joining in the sweet torture of his tongue. “Evan, please… I’m sorry… I’m sorry...”

“Welcome to Zone 1 , darling. The Playground of the Damned.” I blinked at him. “The what?” He chuckled, though it wasn’t funny at all. “The Playground. Zone 1 . The system calls it Erevos. Fancy sci-fi name for a death trap, if you ask me.” My chest tightened. “What the hell do you mean, system?” He stood and pointed toward a massive screen glowing at the far end of the room. The light from it painted everyone’s faces in eerie blue. “See that?” he said. “That’s the Overseer. The AI that runs this shitshow.”

“I don’t want to sleep. I want to keep on drinking.” “Tell the kitchen to make some hangover soup for him, Mrs. Graham,” Matthias ordered while he prepared to go upstairs. However, Evan clung to him again before he could take the first step. At this moment, Evan was like a ghost who pestered someone with all its might and would never stop until it captured the person’s soul. “Shut up and be quiet,” Matthias warned in a stern voice. I’ll never let Evan touch alcohol again, he thought to himself. Since he didn’t want to care about Evan anymore, he ran out right away—Heather probably hadn’t gone far at this time. Now that Matthias had finally gotten rid of Evan, he had to send her home safely t

The ground beneath Laila’s feet began to vibrate, and a pulse of deep, sapphire blue light erupted from the cracks in the concrete. The man in the tattered coat recoiled, his face twisting in genuine shock. The blue light didn't come from Laila. It came from Elias. The boy was standing at the entrance of the warehouse, his hands pressed against the floor. He wasn't glowing like Laila; he was humming. The blue energy wasn't a weapon; it was a frequency. It was the "song" he had mentioned earlier, the one that needed a chorus. The Soul Eaters shied away from the blue light, their forms becoming unstable. They didn't shriek; they simply dissolved back into the mist.