Lord Death Son Soul Eater Novels & Stories

"WHAAAT!?" A voice boomed through a manor in the City of Darkness, shaking the halls and the nerves of the men in the room. "I-I- I said y-your eldest son.. I-Is dead my lord... Killed by the human he was tracking." The soldier gave the man his response unwilling to meet his eyes. The lord in question was none other then Lord Ventriel Trost. Head of the Trost family, Tars and Berek's father. Lord Trost glared at the soldier, his ruby red eyes burning with rage.

The European Council was dead, the cartel was ash, and her father was a ghost. But as Laila looked up at the dark, vaulted ceiling of the cavern, she felt a sudden, sharp spike of ice pierce the back of her brain. It wasn't a frequency from the engines, and it wasn't a memory of the ancestors. It was a message from across the eastern ocean a deep, low vibration that carried the scent of cherry blossoms, sulfur, and the unmistakable, suffocating clicking of a billion Soul-Eaters waking up beneath the mountains of Japan.

"Lucas the Demon, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dark Soul." The Rank 2 Ancestor Ranked Dark Race looked at Lucas proudly. "You're already dead," said Lucas. Dark Soul was surprised, and he looked at Lucas in astonishment. Before he could even talk, he lost the chance to do so ever again. Swoosh! A cold glint appeared, and Dark Soul parted from the world for good. Up till the moment when he was dead, Dark Soul could not believe that he would just drop dead like that. "Lucas the Demon, why are you so angry?"

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

Hades frowned, "How can I make it easy for you to understand? Like this, Elena's soul is a special kind of soul that thousands or even tens of thousands of years are unlikely to have. Souls born from the River Styx can make demons revive quickly, increasing the power of demons. That's why they wanted to offer Elena's soul. However, because of my presence, Greedius was unable to swallow Elena's soul. That's why the minions want to find Elena's soul again, that's why they kill so many people." “You mean they kill hundreds of people just because they want to find the soul of one person?” I cried out in horror. “No Hector, they wouldn't take that risk. Like you in the past, they will gradually t

Ren collected the microphone. “For the past weeks we've been battling with the soul eater. This was a mess which wouldn't have happened if my father didn't tamper with the balance of nature due to his greed and thirst for power. I am still in awe that my father was the thorn in our flesh the whole time.” he paused as a loud roar of murmur aroused amongst the crowd.

“I’ll make sure she hears. Give me two minutes.” He breaks our mind link and leaves the cell. I uncork the bottle and hold it out to Easton. “It’s just a healing potion. I swear.” Easton shuffles over to me. His steely eyes are dull and lifeless. “My father is dead?” he asks. “Yes.” “Will he get a memorial as is befitting of a wolf of his status?” “No. He’ll go on the pyre like you threw my parents on the pyre.”

I cautioned him, knowing that he was dining with the devil using his shortest spoon; in fact, he was eating right out of the devil's mouth. "He can't kill me if he is already dead, can he?" He asked, and his face spread in a satisfied smirk. "You killed him?" I asked, unsure if he was capable of killing a man like Elder Blackthorn easily. Not even without a single scratch—one would have to be some type of original wolf for that to happen. Elder Blackthorn had dabbled in some black magic, which had corrupted his wolf and made him some sort of soulless monster. One that didn't care how much blood he consumed as he achieved his aim. It had been a giant relief when Father had drowned him.

I paused for dramatic effect, watching his eyes. "...and it feasted on his body and soul." Khyrix shook his head in disappointment. "Did the Moonson at least add some spice? Eating an Alpha raw sounds terribly bland." I stood up to demonstrate, deciding to provide a visual aid. "They say the Moonson doesn't just want your flesh." I stepped closer, pointing a finger toward his chest. "It kills the light inside you. Once it takes you, there is no afterlife. No reincarnation. You just disappear..." I let my index finger rest against the fabric of his shirt, right over his heart. "...as if you never existed."

“What does it work for?” Warner paused for a second and then looked at me. “This is the remedy for the deadliest poison—Soul-rot. It damages not only the body but also breaks the spiritual connection between the human and the beast. There is also a trace of nightshade and cyanide mixed in his body.” My breath caught. “Whoever wanted to kill him wanted to give him the worst death possible,” I whispered, staring at the unconscious Lycan. Just then a golden crescent-shaped moon mark flickered across his forehead.