Liz Thompson Soul Eater Novels & Stories

I say to her when she shrieks at me and I chuckle at her as I turn and walk away, but stop when I see Gaia point at Bethany. “Oh, I thought you would have learnt your lesson last time. Human. Such a pity. Your soul and those who have followed you will feed my gate. The monsters are ravenous for your corrupted souls.” She chuckles as she turns, flicking her blonde ponytail behind her as she cat walks towards me and I shake my head at her. “Oh, I forgot. Bethany. Why don’t you tell your good friend Sephone what happened to Shanti? I bet she is dying to know the truth.” Her eyes flash a bright red and I turn to look at Sephone, who blinks and looks at Bethany.

She already had that f*cking fox Luo McCarner. But something went wrong. Luo somehow overpowered her. And she lost consciousness. And when she woke up, she was met with a deadly silver shine looming over her head, making her feel like the Grim Reaper was here for her soul.

“I didn’t either, but do you ever stop and think about how this is all affecting me? Did you honestly think I would find it comforting to see my dead dad’s ghost? We are told that our souls leave our bodies and the Moon Goddess put them in paradise or they go down to hell. Have you ever heard of a ghost werewolf?” Lilith clenched her jaw together. “Look, I know I probably shouldn’t have snapped and I don’t need you to tell me that. I’ll make things right with her on the way home.” I turned to leave when Lilith spoke again. “We are all just trying to help you find the truth.” “Lilith!” Rook grabbed her arm and yanked her so she was looking at him.

Michael asks, reaching for my hand like a rehearsed habit, but I pulled away immediately. I see it—the flicker of irritation in his eyes before he masks it with indifference. “I’m not hungry,” I mutter, my voice tight with unspoken words. “I feel dizzy. I need to go home and get some rest.” I grabbed my bag and stood up, hoping—praying—that he will stop me, that he will fight for me. That he will at least pretend to care. But my heart shattered even more at the sound of his voice. “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?”

"It’s not... it’s not just a transfer, Ryder. You don't understand what he’s become. Thorne isn't just an Alpha anymore. He’s been practicing the Old Hunger. He’s an 'Eater of Souls'." The air in the pantry suddenly felt like it had been sucked out by a vacuum. The term hit me like a physical blow, a cold shiver racing down my spine that had nothing to do with the Spire’s draft. An Eater of Souls. The legends the elders whispered about when the moon was dark. The Alphas who stopped being wolves and became parasites. If Thorne has crossed that line, this isn't a wedding. It’s a slaughterhouse. And Jessica is the only thing on the menu.

Before the sun had even crested the peaks of the Vale Hills, Lisa slipped away to a hidden tavern on the edge of the neutral territories. She carried a heavy satchel containing every scent-trail and record we had on Mark Whittaker. She was there to meet a rogue tracker named Zavier. He was the younger cousin of Xenophon, the lead smear-artist who had first tried to blackmail us.

Mel sat near one of the fires, tired but content. Then Gerda appeared at her side, her face pale. "My lady," Gerda's voice was strained. "It's Elise. She's fallen ill." Mel's blood went cold. "What?" "She ate some of the purple fruits you found," Gerda said quietly, her eyes heavy. "She's running a fever and she can't keep anything down." The warmth drained from Mel's body as if someone had tipped a bucket of ice water over her head. She stood so abruptly that a few heads turned and the murmur of conversation nearby died as the news began to spread.

“But sister?” “Yes,” he answered. “Liz is my little sister. She’s a half sorcerer and half werewolf.” “The sorcerer is from our mother’s side,” Liz explained. “I see…” I said, still trying to process what I was hearing. “Liz is the reason I came here the first time…” Sebastian explained. “Her spirit was taken here, and I came here to get her back. I was young and stupid though. I ended up getting trapped.” “But you escaped,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. “You were able to get out.”

And I am prepared for anything that comes after killing him, even if my so-called soul will be tainted. Lily will be free; that is all that matters. “Food’s here!” Zephyr calls and heads towards the elevator to collect the six large pizzas. Food for beasts, what can I say? I couldn’t sleep that night at all, even after the fuckers calmed down with their shit and passed out. Sleep wouldn’t come, but I slept like the dead and had a dreamless sleep when it eventually did. — “Ready?” Cain asks as we make our way to the basement parking lot the next day.

She narrowed her eyes, lips pressing into a thin line before she leaned back in the chair, arms folded tightly over her chest like she was daring me to try. I exhaled slowly and stepped forward. “Her name is Liz. She was the Luna of the Blackthorn Pack, and she was murdered.” That alone made her eyes twitch, but I kept going. “She was also the woman who took me in when I was hurt and couldn't remember who I was or where I came from.” I turned slightly, nodding toward the bed. “Her soul stayed. I don’t know why. I don’t know how. But it didn’t move on. She’s still here, and I’m the only one who can see her.”