Lord Death Soul Eater Novels & Stories

His head throbbed, pulse quickened and blood flowed through each of his veins at the speed of light. His body was burning in fury just like the dry dead branches burned caught in the flaming fire. Burned till the monstrous flame extinguished at last satisfied by turning the branch into ashes.

But I was shaken when I heard a painful howl, it was Lizzie’s soul that was crying. “I tried to be patient, but I don’t think your soul deserves this. I will destroy your soul and not even the devil himself could help you.” Dad yelled and let his power engulf Lizzie. The red glow and black smoke engulfed Lizzie’s soul and she cried. Her painful cries filled the empty forest. And in the end, when the smoke subsided we saw her soul dissolving in the air. After defeating Lizzie, Dad turned and in the instant, the warriors fell to the floor. They started trembling and wheezing.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

"But you are supposed to be dead. Liora killed you. We have your heart. How are you even standing here right now?" "Did you really think that taking my physical heart would be enough to kill me permanently?" Erezhul asked, and there was almost amusement in his voice. "I am a Shadow God. Death works differently for beings like me. You took my heart, yes. But you forgot that shadows do not need hearts to survive." "So all of this was for nothing?" Lynn asked, and she sounded completely broken now. "Everything we planned, everything we did, it was all pointless?" "Not completely pointless," Erezhul said. "You did succeed in showing that senseless dying wolf who her true enemies were."

But as I looked around the room, none of them looked at me with fear their eyes all lit up with hope and gratitude. My gaze drifted to a young man lying on a stretcher, his eyes meeting mine with an expression of gratitude, not fear. Slowly, I made my way over to him. “Thank you, Luna of Death,” he whispered, his voice a soft melody over the quiet murmur in the hall. “For this gift—I will remember you even in the afterlife and be forever in your debt.”

He was also conscious of the fact that he would age over time whereas Nocturne would not because he wasn’t human. “I think of you a lot,” he admitted. “I do,” Nocturne replied. “I try not to think of you when I am collecting a soul, but you always come to mind once I’ve obtained the soul. By the way, someone else died today on the same road you were hit on. I recognized it as soon as I saw it.” Leo shivered. It was still hard to digest that he had died in that car accident and he had cheated death by seducing the ruler of the underworld.

I pressed my bloody hand to the steering wheel, leaving a crimson print. "I swear by my blood and my broken heart," I whispered to the darkness. "Evangeline Cross will pay for what she's stolen from me. Even if I have to sell my soul to make it happen." Lightning flashed across the sky, as if the universe itself had heard my vow. And in that moment of brightness, I could have sworn I saw something in the clouds, a pair of silver eyes, watching me with ancient amusement. The Soul Eater was waiting. And I was coming to make a deal.

The flesh looked almost webbed, with dark veins pulsing just beneath the surface in patterns that hurt to look at directly. Webs of shadow stretched across the skin like a spider’s intricate design, moving slowly even in death. And the eyes. The eyes were the worst part. They were completely black. Solid black. This wasn’t just death, it was the complete corruption of the soul. “Goddess,” Marcus breathed, stepping forward to examine the body more closely. “What happened to her?” “It’s shadow essence,” kael whispered. “Sylvester did this. He—” “No.” Lydia’s voice cut through the clearing like a blade.

His prediction wasn't wrong, and now he had his second chance. Lihont opened the small glass vial, his hands shaking with excitement. He stood beside the altar, looking down at Corin. Corin had been in a deep trance since he was forced to drink Darcy's blood. His eyes were open but they saw nothing. The potion Lihont held was meant to kill Corin's soul completely. Once his soul was dead, his body would be an empty, soulless vessel for the Dark Lord to enter. "Finally," Lihont hissed, his black eyes glowing. "The world will belong to the shadows."

Proserpina absentmindedly twirled the sword and savored the comforting weight that was the god of death sealed within her weapon, the shadows around her feet pulsing and writhing in glee and anticipation for the thrill of a kill. . . . “And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, ‘Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you’.” –Iain Thomas . . . ALASTOR NYX: Alastor had been prepared to trade blows with Tony there and then–in his defense, the fucker was so asking for it, anyway–but in the most bewildering, awaited moment in his life, Alastor's already sharp senses suddenly turned to new heights he never thought possible.