Professor Stein Soul Eater Novels & Stories

If only they could be here. This is my soul. My emotions. I stop. My tears stream down my face. “Having trouble?” I flinch, glancing hastily at the door, where I see Professor Sebastian leaning against the frame. His arms were folded over his chest. Professor Sebastian’s classes with us are on Mondays. It’s been a few days since we had dinner together, and the only time I’ve seen him at school was earlier today. I’m not sure why I’m counting down the days, though.

Joseph was rich, handsome, and young. That was why I had no idea he was Joseph Evergreen. I was on pins and needles. I slept with my Professor? My favorite writer? And thought he was a callboy? As he scanned the room, his gaze met mine. But as quickly as he looked at me, he looked away. Maybe he didn’t recognize me. I was sitting kind of far away and I was wearing different clothing. “I am Professor Joseph Evergreen, a fantasy novelist. I’m sure you are eager to get started. Firstly, I’d like to start off by explaining that I only accept the best writers and those who work the hardest to participate in this course.”

His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now. "It's an artificial spirit prototype made by yours truly, the great Professor-Inventor Zen Xiu, 'cha know?," the professor said with a sly smirk on his face. The young student was amazed and filled with awe, his eyes wide with interest, but was instantly replaced by ripples of worry, leaving his face creased with apprehension. "You're creating something that will most likely provoke some of the Elder Council again...," the young man replied with a worried look on his face.

Steven said, gently stroking his chin. “That’s because my alpha aura and Mary's witch aura were mixed together to create weapons for humans during the abyss war. These filthy traitors—I knew we should never have let them get access to our power. And this Prof. J—I know exactly who he is now. I'm going to rip that kid's big head off his body,” Derren said, gritting his teeth in annoyance. “Calm down, first tell me who Professor J is, and we can start from there,” Steven said.

Professor Huckleberry frowned as he took a step back and adjusted his posture. He was not naïve. The killing intent radiating from the male beastman was strong, and even though he was merely a 4 Star Beastman, Professor Huckleberry was not going to take him lightly. After all, not only was the professor older with slightly dampened senses (due to his old age of course), he was dealing with a Beastman here. He may be called Ogre’s 7th Sword, but he was not arrogant enough to disregard a Beastman’s power. Even Ogre’s 1st Sword, the strongest individual behind Ogre, would not dare to slight a beastman, regardless of her strength.

Her brows furrowed a little in confusion, but she soon noticed his pinky finger sticking out from the rest of his fingers as he gripped his coffee mug tightly. Her eyes followed the direction his finger was pointing to, and she found Mr Steels staring at her quietly with burning eyes. She grimaced and looked away, down at her lap. What was it with these people and young girls? First the Professor, and now this man. Wait! She looked up at the man again, and he was still staring. She swallowed. Mr Steels and the Professor, what else did they share in common besides their love for twenty-one-year-olds? Access to Valentina!

I couldn’t place it, not with my head spinning and my body screaming in pain. But his eyes—those dark, intense eyes peering through the mask—hit me like a shock. They looked like his. Professor Kai’s! Oh ...hell no, I'm tripping. Professor Kai is definitely still in school, and why the hell would Professor Kai be dressed like this. The shape, the way they burned into me, like they could see right through my soul. And his build—tall, lean, powerful—it was so much like Kai’s, too. But that couldn’t be right. Could it?

Jump: "Zzzzz," Hothead goes as he adjusts his sleeping head on his pillow hand. I watch as the snot bubble coming out of his nose shrinks and glows. "Sulien Bokamoso," Professor Purdue yells. "Sulien Bokamoso. Sulien Bokamoso, are you in this class?" I turn my head toward Hothead as he exhales, the snot bubble also shrinking. I roll my eyes and kick Hothead in the leg. His eyes snap open and his head shoots up.

“How’s the new professor?” I groaned and rubbed my temples. “Awful so far. Professor Stevens is old, stuffy, and a complete stickler for the rules. Her lectures are long and boring, and I swear she’s trying to kill her students with work.” “That bad, huh?” Tina winced sympathetically as she took a bite of her chicken salad sandwich.

Earl and the rest also trembled at the sight of the man. The man in front of them was not a stranger. He was Professor Shunks who teaches Sibyl Studies at the students of Red Realm, and he was also responsible for their grades in the test. Not only that, Professor Shunks was also a teacher of the Magus Division, and he happened to be Ederson’s teacher. “Why… why are you here?” Ederson looked at Professor Shunks with a guilty conscience, and he subconsciously wanted to cover the void on his chest.