Kilik Soul Eater Novels & Stories

“Alright,” Blackie shrugged, “As I said, we used Soul Coupling as a reference to create a new soul-based, multiversal racial characteristic for worldborn. Basically, we gave your soul an ability to… uh… interact with other souls in a special way… which kinda made you into a eunuch,” Blackie laughed awkwardly, “but otherwise it is very handy! I guarantee that in the future, you’ll totally love it!”

This evil method was known as the Soul Eater, and by using it, Gerald was able to quickly drain his victim’s vitality, turning it into his own. Naturally, this meant that the more souls he absorbed, the more strength and energy he would gain. None of the guardians had expected Gerald to possess such a diabolical skill, but it was already far too late for them to escape. With the same technique, Gerald swiftly absorbed the vitality of the six remaining men, resulting in each of them turning into mere piles of dust.

But it was his eyes that stopped my breath—they were a flat, milky white, devoid of pupils, as if he were looking at a world we couldn't see. ​"That is Kaelen," Julian hissed, his voice dropping an octave. "The Board calls him a 'Sin-Eater.' He was a failed experiment from Life Seven—a man born without a soul, designed to track the 'weight' of others. He doesn't see your face, Elowen. He sees the 1,000 years of debt we carry. He tracks the ripples of our past lives like a shark tracks blood in the water." ​Kaelen tilted his head, his nostrils flaring as if he were catching a scent. He didn't have a weapon, but the air around him seemed to warp and grey, as if he were literally sucking the co

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.

Alexei's fingers closed around my wrist, not to stop me but to turn my attention to the blade he had finally pulled free, wrapped now in cloth soaked through with black fluid that should not have come from any wound this fresh. "Soul Eater," he said. "I have only heard of it in old warnings, never seen it used. It does not poison the blood. It poisons the space between heartbeats. Silver flame heals flesh. This is not flesh anymore." "Then what stops it?" "I do not know if anything does."

And then he devoured me. Killian ate my pussy like a starving man who had finally found his favorite meal. His tongue was relentless—long, broad strokes from my dripping entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit, then tight, focused circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves that made my hips jerk violently. He sucked my clit into his mouth with perfect pressure, flicking it rapidly with the tip of his tongue before flattening it again for slow, sensual licks that had me moaning loudly.

Desmond Deville was ranked just under Marcus Novak, which meant he was wealthy and incredibly powerful. My stomach twisted painfully, and I had but a moment’s notice before I was bent over, hurling up the contents of my dinner. My nose burned and my eyes watered, but I couldn’t register the pain over my frantic thoughts. It wasn’t like I hadn’t killed before. Many rogues died during the battle, especially when I used my ability to subdue them. This, however, was confirmation of what I was. A soul-eater. What good could come out of a gift so horrible? What was even worse was how euphoric it felt, how strong and bloated with power I was. Disgust poured from my mouth in the form of acidic vomit