Excalibur Sword Soul Eater Novels & Stories

She seemed to be out cold, and his stomach knotted as he thought of how she might react when she woke. Sighing, he nuzzled his face into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent. He hadn't known it would happen this way, but he was glad she was finally his, even if she didn't know it yet. It would take time, but the darkness would become a part of her, until she was as strong as he was now, a full 'Shadowsouled', as the few of her kind that knew of their existence called them. Her former kind, he corrected, smiling and wrapping his arms tighter around her. He'd grow stronger from his too, much stronger, and some of that power would flow through to his brothers in turn, and their cousins, t

A dim beam of moonlight shot out from the fissure, instantly enveloping the elder. "What?!" The elder's expression twisted in shock as searing pain coursed through his body. He turned abruptly, only to see Chase's forehead fully illuminated. The silver light erupted like a star exploding, revealing a small, glowing sphere in Chase's sea of consciousness. The sphere radiated pure silver brilliance, and from it emerged a sharp and unyielding sword intent that filled the entire realm. "A Sword Soul?!" The elder was utterly stunned. This young man had condensed a Sword Soul!

she shouted, “But since she’s already gone, I’ll be the one who’s going to kill you first and make you vanish in this world! I never wanted to see you ever again! You just kept on stealing what’s mine!” “What are you saying? Have you lost your mind? This world, including its people, including you, belongs to me,” the Soulwaker countered, “you’ve completely gone nuts now that you’re fighting against me. And since when did you lure The8’s thinking? I wonder what did you even do to him?” she asked upon sighting The8 who was standing meters away from them, but he wasn’t moving. It was like he was just a design, a lifeless design who seemed to have completely lost its mechanism. “I just told him

He pointed at the map, his finger thunking against the pool table. “Eliza Wrath?” Jo repeated. The thought had crossed her mind, a long time ago, before she was put in charge of this mess. It was not a move her dad was likely to make if he were here and in charge. No one trusted Eliza before she’d made the decision to leave LIGHTS for her own personal reasons. Now that she was married to a Vamp, even if Lucas was different than most of the others, they trusted her even less. He was Souled, which meant when he’d been turned, he hadn’t become some demonic version of himself. Instead, he was essentially the same person as he was before. He just needed blood to survive. Most Souled Vampires had

It was the legendary Alpha Blade, known in Haven as The Ripper. "Hello." He said as he waved at the horrified crowd, then his deadly gaze fell on our Alpha. "Hi Dex, I hope you're having a good party." From the look on Dexter's face, I knew something really bad was going to happen. Dexter stood motionless as he stared viciously at The Ripper. "What are you doing here?" He finally found his voice to ask. The Ripper smiled. "I know I was meant to remain locked up in my room like we had planned earlier but then I was also supposed to be given my elixir, wasn't I?"

"So she see's stuff." I nodded, scrubbing the feeling of his fingers from my skin. I’d have bruises in the morning. "Like?" "She sees the souls of those the Shades have taken. She knew Stuart was gone before you got back." "You're lying." "You see this?" I said, flashing him the only piece of Jewellry I wore. "It’s the other half to the one that keeps her sane, because every time she takes it off she sees them, every should that’s been forced from their living body!"

So close. Then a sudden pulse, sharp and violent, shot through the sigil, throwing Avery backward. The soul flickered—and disappeared. “No!” Avery screamed, lunging forward, but it was too late. The Wraith’s head tilted, jaws snapping. The lost soul’s faint light extinguished, sucked into the shadows. The Veil itself groaned. Kael’s voice cut through the chaos. “Enough!” The reaper leapt forward, scythe spinning in a graceful arc. The Wraith shrieked as the weapon tore into it, cutting deep. The beast recoiled and vanished with a final, echoing scream. Avery collapsed to their knees, chest heaving, eyes wide.

"Jack wolf, please!" With a surge of adrenaline, Jack Wolf summoned every last ounce of strength. The spear shone brighter, its power surging through him like a river of light. Eryndor's eyes widened in surprise as Jack Wolf's grip tightened, the spear's tip pressing deeper into his chest. The dark magic swirling around him began to falter. Eryndor stood on his ground. The air was electric with the clash of steel and the scent of sweat and blood. Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss.

Just when I thought I was winning, Xavier pushed me back harder till I landed on the ground heating my head. Nyx winced in pain blood sizzling down. *You think you are strong huh?” His voice was loud in my head. I growled as his claws scratched my fur. Nyx snared in pain trying to fight back but his grip was tight. “You are no Enigma… Once an Omega always an Omega, don’t you ever forget that.” His canines sunk into my throat, Nyx howling in pain as everything started fading. "Sage..." I whispered as though I could feel him but couldn’t tell.

Altan Karahan unlocked the door and brought his wheelchair near the window. His eyes seemed to be watching the vast land, but they weren't. His eyes were watching that night that had happened years ago. Two families with ties from the past... Two families with bad ties from the past and the lives of the heads of those two families! Signature and date are today... Who was to blame in this case? Iron? in hand? Kerem? Nevra? Itself? A tangled dark past... The recent past that darkens the darkness of the tangled dark past... Now the history that tarnishes those two pasts is today!