Kilik Soul Eater Novels & Stories

The pack link: the very soul of our species: was being silenced by the intergalactic static. Killian stood at the center of the bridge: his slate grey skin pulsing with a desperate, jagged silver light as he tried to hold the link together. But the more resonance he projected, the more the Void Eaters converged on the ship, drawn to the light like moths to a flame. "They are eating the light: Killian!" I cried, grabbing his hand. "The more you fight with resonanc, the faster they erase us!"

Hecate gave the last blow and pierced the sword through Killian’s throat. Killian’s neck slid out of the sword as his body fell limp on the ground, facedown. The dark aura around Killian’s body grew stronger, taking some form. “Yule, get ready!” I cried. It was the moment that would decide everything. I stretched out my palm. In case Yule failed, I would immediately take over. The dark mana split into two souls wrestling with one another, letting out loud, haunting, ghostly screeches. I was right. Polaris’ soul had matured as much as Derek’s soul was mature inside Killian, and both the souls were always in a fight for dominance.

“See how that ends for you.” “Don’t need to try. Just need to do this.” He raised his hand. Closed it into a fist. Killian dropped again. Screaming. Purple flooding back into his eyes. “STOP IT!” I threw blood straight at the guy. He caught it. Crushed the silver in his fist like it was tissue paper. “Cute. But useless on me.” “What even are you?” Lila gripped her knives tighter. “You’re not normal.” “Nope. I’m what happens when Black Moon finishes perfecting the curse.” He smiled. “I’m the endgame version of your buddy over there. If he lives long enough. Which he won’t.”

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

Uff her lips are so perfect to stay and we continue our kissing. I am kissing my soul. You are my soul Ira.....

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

Laughter- low and crawling, like something dragged from a grave- echoed. “You’re standing inside my soul, boy. This is my world. My domain.” The figures convulsed. Limbs cracked as they turned their attention to us, their soulless gazes flicking toward me. Lucian raised his blade. “Then I’ll cut through your damn soul.” The first creature lunged.

Evelyn actually believes the poisons are restorative tonics. The Soul-Eater is working well. Her spirit wolf will weaken bit by bit. Soon, both she and her pathetic pup will die screaming.

"And you looked down at me and said, 'Elara, stop being so dramatic. Seraphina is waiting.'" I knelt down to meet his gaze. "Now, I'm saying the same words back to you—" "Kaelen, stop making a scene. My husband is waiting." As the words left my mouth, a guttural howl escaped Kaelen's throat. His body began to convulse violently. Strange black marks crawled across his skin—the final sign of the Soul-Eater's sickness. "No..." He tried to stand, but his strength was gone. "You can't... you can't marry him..."

It was like everything slowed down, the voices went indistinct, and his nostrils were filled with a mesmerizing chocolate scent, mixed with the smell of rainfall on the dusty ground. The surge of electricity zapped through Milan, forcing him to his feet. He held the rails of the balcony, staring down at Rizine. This can't be. No fucking way was she gonna be their mate. There has to be an oversight somewhere. The moon goddess was just trying to play with his mind. That's just it, that has to be it. “I'd rather die than take her as a mate,“ Kilan sputtered out in rage, going to stand next to his brother, holding the rails too.