Justin Soul Eater Novels & Stories

“You’re just a dog that Sebastian used while he could. Your usefulness to him must not have been great enough, if he discarded you in a second. He must have known I would figure it out once he put dead bodies in my territory on my mating ceremony. Yet he did it anyway, for laughs and giggles, your life also, a collateral damage.” Kihara could not take it. She could not watch a man’s heart, pride and dignity be crumbled to dust by those few sentences. Justin deflated as though his soul had left him and in that minute, he looked like the saddest most invalid human in the world. He must feel like it too. His eyes stung with tears that would not fall. But Justin had known this day would come the

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

Avery screamed as the flood entered her — memories, voices, fragments of every reaper who had ever existed. Kael dragged her back into the flow, holding her as the Vein howled. And in the depths, the Pale One’s whisper lingered: "Then truth you shall bear, Soulbound." The light went out. Silence fell. And when Avery opened her eyes, she wasn’t in the Vein anymore. She stood in a wasteland of bone and dust — an echo of the world before death had rules. Kael’s voice reached her faintly, warped by distance. “Avery… what did you do?”

she shouted for Zayn who was watching cartoons in the leaving room. The slow tip-tap of the small leg running inside the kitchen made her turned behind only to saw her son standing there with his hand extending up. She smiled at him and brought him in her arms for washing his hand. After she was done with that she took him down who ran towards the dining table and climbed up his high chair by himself. She served him his mashed potato and chicken nugget where she ate rice with spicy chicken curry. She had to cook separately for both of them cause Zayn couldn't eat spicy food whereas she couldn't live without spicy food.

He was pissed and out for vengeance against these damn sprites. "This is a total f*cking DISASTER!" Justin screamed at her as he ran past her and took another huge swing with his gigantic wooden mallet, sending an ugly little sprite flying in the air and across the room. It hit another chef, who wasn't looking, in the back of her head and it held on to her. It started crawling on her back so she screamed and flopped on her back to squish it. She landed hard and it made a nasty splat, which made Justin laugh his ass off.

A body moulded so much so that he practically look like a dream coming to reality. His fifteen inches cock was poking out of his boxer from the right leg, of course he is hard, but it wasn't his concern that moment. The male was being swimming for goodness knows how long, diving deeper and deeper into the atlantic like he was swimming a freaking pool, if not because of the notification be got from the ear bud in one if his ear he wouldn't. The male is none other than Justin Luther. The twin brother of Jose Luther and the son of Ace.

As soon as Zayne left and the sound of tire’s peeling down the pavement sounded, Alec was on the phone with Julian and Garrett. Soul Eater. That sounded even more comforting than an emotional leech. I wasn’t sure what to make of Zayne Novak. He was self-assured, pompous, and clearly felt some sort of animosity towards his father. The little tip he gave us about Soul Eaters wasn’t exactly for our benefit. What would happen if I was a soul eater? I’m sure the chances of a bright future would dim under that revelation. “Do you know Zayne or something? You seemed like you were about to explode the entire time.” I asked, stepping into his arms and smiling when his anger ebbed.

Carolyne rolled her eyes as she walked towards Justin, placing a hand in his shoulder, she sent a look to her boyfriend, I-told-you-so, “See?? He’s not a revenant.” Mason heaved a sigh of relief, “What the hell man?? You scared us.” Justin was silent, he kept on eating, and drinking. Fatty pork and fresh milk , a deadly combo, one eating by beings not in their taught state of mind. Carolyne studied his eyes—-grief, she felt an outstanding level of grief coming from him. She to Mason, “Please make him a sandwich. “I was going to be a father.” Justin muttered suddenly. They both froze for a second. She signaled her boyfriend to get on with the sandwich.

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

“We were attacked and somehow you got separated from us. You were attacked by one of the Shtrigas and passed out, right when I found you. It will take some time for you to feel 100% again, so you will have to take it easy and rest.” I nodded my head and looked down at my folded hands. “What are Shtrigas?” “In layman terms, a soul eater. They feed on people's souls and if you are ever lucky to get away from one it takes a bit to recover.” “Are we in Daemonium?” I ask with some hesitancy and he nods. I look out through the balcony doors and see an orangish purplish sky behind some mountains. “How long have I been out for?”