Kilik Soul Eater Novels & Stories

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

From the background Summer could hear Asher, but what he was saying she wasn't sure. "No time, tell your men I'm heading to my fathers study, I plan to kill that bastard." Not waiting for a response Summer quickly hung up and looked around for a weapon. Spotting a knife that her father kept hung on the wall as direction she moved forward. Wrapping her hand around the hilt she yanked until it snapped from its place leaving behind only nails and attachments. Weapon in hand Summer began to ascend the stairs that led to her father's study, taking in large gulps of air she prepared herself for what she had to do next.

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

Elena stopped a few feet from us looking around uneasily. " I scouted the area, looks fine but something's off." " Is there something wrong? We're sure they would be here and from our location, no passerby would suspect us." Mike replied but she shook her head and looked as if she wanted to say something but decided not to. " You're probably right." She said instead. " So what's our next plan?" she asked looking from me to Mike. " Dan, one of our men whose also our IT man would track down our mole and pinpoint their exact location while we get ready to sneak up on them, get what we want and get out of there hopefully without anyone noticing us." I replied this time.

He pulled a small, black whistle from his belt—made of human bone. "You think a little light can stop me?" Silas screamed. "I have spent fifty years preparing for this! If I cannot have the Origin, then no one will have a soul!" He blew the whistle. The sound wasn't a noise. It was a frequency that made the very air curdle. Far off in the North, a sound answered. A sound of a gate being ripped open again. Not by a Soul-Eater, but by something smaller. Something faster. The ground beneath our feet began to turn into black glass.

Nova’s breath caught, her chains clinking softly as her trembling arms sagged. It was over. Ezra was dead. But the nightmare was not. The Hunters outside had heard. The doorframe shuddered under boots pounding in the corridor. Voices rose — sharp shouts of alarm, fury, vengeance. The door gave way fully, splintering under force, and half a dozen Hunters surged inside, weapons raised. “Kilian!” one bellowed. “Get away from him!” Kilian didn’t move. He rose slowly, dripping blood, his claws gleaming red in the torchlight, his golden eyes blazing like molten steel. His shoulders squared. His chest was slick with gore, and every line of him radiated the truth of what he was: death walking.

"It's rare to see arcane implements like this. That explains how Sylas grew so powerful so fast. The talisman probably caused your severe injuries." Homer sighed. "At first, we were evenly matched. Then he did something I didn't expect. He sensed that the men he had dispatched to the York residence had been taken out. In a rage, he unleashed his ultimate move—Soul-Eater Manifestation. He said he prepared it for you originally." Aria's hand froze. Sylas might be behind both the Soul-Eater Manifestation and the Wailing March. Back in Portfall, she had encountered someone who used the Wailing March on her. The effect was instantaneous—the sound was that of infinite spirits crying out in despair

Okay, I expected what he would say next. "It's Euouae. Six letters which composed of exclusively without consonants, Sir." I know, that this man seems to be intimidated by my presence. "Holly, molly. You're a crackerjack! I didn't make a mistake in choosing you. I'm impressed, really impressed! You're so good, you're so good darling Synec, how old are you?" He enthusiastically responded to me like he got a miracle from heaven or like a meteor that only he had seen, or as if he had seen an amulet or a magical ark containing precious jewelry.

The woman nodded and left. Soul seeds were extremely rare thus can only be found in Ebilor, where a single soul tree lives, its golden seeds stayed on the soul tree and could only be plucked by the Merelf Elder who had imprinted with the tree. Only desperate times required soul seeds and knowing Naga had requested she buy the seeds meant her son's life was gravely endangered. *********

Karma stood up and walked over to Marcus's limp dick, with pain in her eyes she remembered every evil he caused with it, she held his limp dick in her hands and was furious as she watched it come alive. “This monster is still getting turned on, even in this situation?!” She smirked, and scoffed and in a swift motion she sliced his dick off. Too bad she couldn't get everything out at once, so she kept slicing till it was completely off. And just like a child holding her award, she happily lifted it up like a champion, ignoring the blood splashing and the vigorous movement of her father on the bed. Tears had caused a streak down his face, as it was obvious he had run out of tears. He was heavi