Lord Death Soul Eater Novels & Stories

He was the first to reach the safe land, and out of the six of them that made it to the lava lake, only two of them; Jakub and the ninth man. They reached the waterfall and Jakub’s greedy eyes shone as he could already make out the stone in the distance. They walked further towards it, and before they got to it, they were stopped by an invisible barrier. They began hearing a strange voice. It was the voice of Eldoria; the realm who was also a spirit, and in whose lands the goddess had bestowed the stone for safe keep. The same spirit who turned out to be a soul-eater. Rather than pursue the men that came after the stone, Eldoria kept eating their souls and was never satisfied. Eldoria, the s

Laughter- low and crawling, like something dragged from a grave- echoed. “You’re standing inside my soul, boy. This is my world. My domain.” The figures convulsed. Limbs cracked as they turned their attention to us, their soulless gazes flicking toward me. Lucian raised his blade. “Then I’ll cut through your damn soul.” The first creature lunged.

Liam I pulled out my bloodbound ledger, the one in which no one else existed. My theories on soul permanences. On immortality, not through technology, but spiritual recursion. I flipped to a blank space and wrote: Bliss is a cycle-born Each death : evolution. Soul anchor to body— not rebirth, but recursion. Third death = final awakening. A grin curled across my lips. I’d seen weapons. Monsters. Witches who drank blood from silver cups. But never— never—had I seen a soul defy the grave like this.

It was his death that had turned her into the unyielding, unfeeling Ice Queen the world feared today. "Leonardo is dead," Alisha said flatly, her gaze locking onto the elders. "His soul was anchored to the veil, but his physical form was burned to ash. He cannot be reclaimed by conventional means." "Not by vampire law, no," the second elder agreed, a dark glint in his eyes. "Then find a witch. Someone who can perform this. There are ancient factions in the dark covens who still practice the deep arts of necromancy. A soul exchange. A resurrection of the flesh. If Leonardo walks into her office, the memory of their past will shatter whatever flimsy connection she thinks she has with this wolf

They were the same voices she heard in those dreams. Luna’s body suddenly arched. She felt her body being torn limb by limb… She gasped for air as the searing pain continued to consume her. She had no idea what was happening and when it would end. “We’re just right in time, didn’t we?” said Lord Aleister. “It’s happening… She’s indeed the woman in the prophecy!” He laughed maniacally. “Let’s do it, Aleister!” “Let’s kill that bitch!” “Let’s drink her blood!”

Leo's words chill me to the bone, my arms prickling and the air around us suddenly seeming cold and unbreathable. "What the fuck..." I state. "It gets worse," Khai adds before looking back to Leo. "Go on..." I say. "Once Hati feeds from a soul, he must devour the soul. He can do this as slowly or quickly as he wants, but the inevitable end is the death of the being he's feeding from. Lilith's neck is black, his mark of death clear and evident for anyone to see. Her mark is also somewhat of a trinity knot now. The shape is almost indistinguishable from anything I have seen before."

His faceless void stared into my soul as he waited for my next move. “My name is Lucius Aldrich, I can offer you your greatest desire. All I want from you is to retrieve a vital asset of mine lost to you.” “And what exactly is my greatest desire human?” He sounded amused. “To feed on the untouchable souls.” He went quiet after my response. Of course I was right. Death’s greatest desire will always be the death itself. “And whose soul is it you badly want back alive, that gives you the audacity to trick me up here and strike a bargain with me?” He moved back as he began to circle me in assessment.

Somewhere in my chest my unborn pup fluttered in terror. Lilith growled. Get up. I tried. Draco twisted the blade and I screamed. White stars burst behind my eyes. “You cannot win,” he whispered. “Do you know why I survived twenty-seven deaths? Death is a function of the soul. And I have none.” He yanked the blade free and kicked me onto my back. I slammed against the stone floor, choking on blood. “You are fighting a corpse wearing a crown,” he said. “You are fighting a memory given teeth. You are fighting the end of your kind.”

The driver gave him appreciation by as he got off the truck. First light Academy was arranged at the western piece of the Academy Sector. It offered courses in different teaches and was positioned the fifth among twenty or so foundations in Morante City and ninth among every one of the institutes on the Grindia Continent. A sculpture of a young lady who looked around twelve to thirteen years of age killing a tremendous mythical serpent with a jeweled sword should have been visible at the entry. This courageous little youngster was the Dawn Goddess Loria. She is the little girl of Singwa, the divine force of light, sun and war, and Daphlyn, the Silvermoon Goddess. In the Grindia mythos, it wa

what do you taste like? Evelyn staggered backward in fear. Jared had completely gone psycho it seemed Leon and Asher's spell had caused fear that released his insanity "Fuck he's going to break free," Leon said panting for breath. He was at his limits, all that was left was releasing the dead which would claim Jared's soul as it did Lilith the skinwalker. However, like his enemy, his soul would also be claimed and taken to hell. Where he would spend eternity. However he was running out of options, he couldn't let Jared get to Evelyn.