Justin Soul Eater Novels & Stories

“I’m tired, Justin whined as she dragged him. He had eaten only breakfast but he didn’t care about eating dinner. He was dead tired and all he cared about was getting some sleep but this annoying assistant of his had other plans. “Your mom calls me everyday to tell me to make sure you eat properly. If anything happens to you, she won't spare me,” Jasmine told Justin as she forced him to sit on the chair. There was no helper around as she had dismissed them to their quarters and so, she served him his food. “I’m not hungry but…” Justin swallowed the rest of his words when he saw Jasmine holding a butter knife. It seemed like a harmless weapon but Justin knew better than to test the water.

cut crystal decanter and drank deeply. As if he needed it. I inched toward the door, my heart beating so fast I thought I’d vomit. The cool metal of the door’s hinges bit into my fingers. If I moved fast, I could be out of the house and sprinting for the gate within seconds. He was undoubtedly faster—but chucking some of those pretty pieces of hallway furniture in his path might slow him down. Though his Wiz hat—with their delicate, pointed arches— would pick up any signal of movement from me. “Who are you?” I managed to say. His light golden hair was so similar to the color of his beast form’s pelt. Those giant claws undoubtedly still lurked just below the surface of his skin. “Sit,” he sa

"Dr. Justin, should I sedate her?" Justin? Could he be my Justin Frost?

"Had neither existed then you wouldn't have been disobedient. You would have listened to everything I said and been a good submissive daughter." "I wouldn't have been submissive even if they didn't exist." Summer pointed out in disgust. "People aren't tools you can use as you please." "Oh aren't they?" Jackson countered as he closed the distance between them. "Everyone is a dispensable tool to me." Summer didn't have enough time to react as Jackson produced a tazer from his pocket and shoved it into her stomach. Gasping she felt her vision begin to blur as wave after wave of excruciating electricity ran through her.

"Did you want to do this Westley? .. No your going to keep being the coward awesome NOW SHUT UP! Im sorry I didn’t realize how sheltered a life you have led, and your absolutely right I didn’t get to know you at all. But lets not get things twisted he’s not so innocent, do you want to know what his powers do?” She looks at me like a deer caught in head lights and just nods, “All the elders and witches my parents have consulted have had one word for it. He is known as a Stealer not of things but mates, and the reason why it’s called that is because he can make anyone feel the mate bond with him. Have you ever heard humming while you’re with him, but magically he vanishes before you know where

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The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

They didn't burn; they tightened. "You think you can consume this light?" Sofia stepped toward the creature, her silver hair whipping around her face as if caught in a localized storm. "This light isn't a battery. It’s a soul. And it doesn't belong to your mother anymore." She slammed her palms together. The sapphire vines constricted with a sickening crunch of bone and crystalline marrow. The Sun-Eater’s orange core flickered and then shattered, spraying a rain of harmless, cooling sparks across the atrium. Sofia didn't stop to catch her breath. She could feel the vibration of dozens more outside, their heat signatures like burning needles against her sensitive skin.

TREVOR {Thursday 8 days to the blood moon} I woke up to the sound of a gritty voice, whispering in my ear. “Good morning Trevor, my name is Jonathan Gordon. But you can call me Jericho.” I was stunned when I opened my eyes and saw his face. He was leaning toward me with a glass of water as he smiled. He had a long scar across his face and dark brown eyes. “What's going on?” I asked. “Let's go downstairs and have a chat,” he replied as he got up and walked out of the room.