Soul Eater Ages Novels & Stories

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

I was so worried, I hated that dad wouldn't allow me to help with your mission. Chuckling Summer patted the young girls head. "You're much too young for things like these right now kiddo." "I'm not a kid I'm thirteen!" Melissa responded indignantly. "I am practically an adult now." Summer shook her head, "You are nowhere near an adult, and when you do become one I would hope that you would follow a different path than this."

Bella asked as if she wanted that information to be clear to her. "Yes. What you look like when you're 18 once you haven't met your mate yet, you'll never get old," I answered. "Does that mean, some of you who don't have a mate yet are possibly 50 or 60 years old?" Ethan asked, looking interested in the topic. He even run to catch up with us. Eros replied, "I'm 300 years old, Ethan." "What?!" Bella exclaimed. "300 years old?!" Ethan exclaimed.

The ghoul glanced at her questionably. "How do you know so much about the mers?" "Me? Cuz I'm ten thousand years old. Didn't your lover say so?" the ghoul said with a proud expression. Yukiya scoffed. "You don't look it. If you were ten thousand years, you either you would have become a prune or you six feet under," "I am dead. I'm a ghoul," he said with a small smile.

CHAPTER 138: Jake~ We’re losing this. Right when I thought things were going in our favor these Soul Eaters appeared. And they are next to impossible to kill. I knock one down, and it just comes up again after some recovery time. And it just takes so da*n much to get that much done. I just can’t figure out how to destroy them. They just don’t burn like other things. They don’t get hit by other things. I throw everything I can and it's barely enough.

The sea below kept its rhythm, relentless and indifferent, a metronome that measured every breath they took. Veronica was eighty eight now. Ethan ninety one. Numbers that sounded impossible when spoken aloud but felt entirely natural when lived day by day. Their bodies had changed in predictable ways: joints that protested in the morning, skin that held every sunspot and every scar like a map of survived summers, hair that had surrendered completely to silver. Yet desire had not faded. If anything it had concentrated, distilled into something purer, more urgent because time had taught them exactly how finite every moment was.

"—Screeeeek!" His sister froze for two seconds, then erupted in laughter powerful enough to blow the roof off. "Big bro! You sound like a frog caught in a door!" Takuto’s expression shifted from shock to shame to fury, finally settling into a complex blend of despair and homicidal intent. "This... is... temporary!" he growled through gritted teeth, but each syllable came out in a different pitch, like a tragic symphony gone off the rails. Takuto Kimura. Age: 9. Physical age: officially entered puberty. Mental age: still the 30-year-old former corporate CEO he once was. And now, his vocal cords appeared to be the first casualty in the war between soul and body.

With that one look I swear she could ask me for my life, and I would gingerly rip my heart out of my chest for her. “No don’t apologize that wasn’t why I pulled away. It’s just hard to control myself when you touch me it’s not your fault. But that did prove my point right.” She nods cheering up slightly before I continue, “The last thing is when you get your wolf it will let you know I am your mate.” I try to say this in a very monotone manner trying to make it less frightening then it already sounds. “What do you mean get my wolf?” I knew this one was coming, “Well Rose bud we all get our wolves on our eighteen birthday at the exact moment we were born.” I’m not going to confuse her with We

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe