Soul Eater Ages Novels & Stories

''Eros said, ''Yes, we are fine why are you out of your room? ''Bear said, Bear open the coffin to see if it was Eros and it was they were talking for a min and Bear let his lust overtake him and Kissed Eros. They were having a sexual relationship but it was all illusion Eros was never in the room. Instead Bear was having sex with a monster Soul feeder. The soul collector is similar but the soul feeder can only take a soul that is meant to go to hell. But the Soul feeder can eat any soul but they have to be tempted by the 7 deadly sin. Bear step out the coffin to have sex with Eros a that when he was eating by the soul feeder. Bear screams loud but not one else heard it being of the earplugs

Everybody looks guilty at first then starts laughing. “To answer your question Ares, yes, my soul is close to five hundred years old. But I am not. Me, Artemis, the one you are in front of today, isn’t. I just turned twenty-four years old. Our souls, as in our wolves, they are centuries old, is just that when they are reincarnated, they are given a fresh start, a blank slate from which to write their story.” “That’s why I couldn’t remember you, but I recognized your essence,” I state.

I shook my head at him. "So exactly how old are you?" That was the main question nagging at me. "I got my reapers mark at the age of twenty-eight so technically I'm twenty-eight." I rolled my eyes. "You know what I meant. What the hell is a reapers mark though?" "It's the mark we get when we reap our first soul, that's when we stop ageing. And I know what you meant and to be truthful I'm two hundred and fourty." I felt like a child compared to him.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

“ I think we're the same age, he used to be my classmate when I was still a human being. So maybe, he was nineteen, or twenty.” “ You human being…!” I said while being surprised. “ Wait, doesn't that seem a bit sick…” She laughed, then added. “ For humans, yes… Not for us. Our age is not defined the same way. Mates are one soul divided into two bodies. Basically, the difference happens based on which soul decided to come down to earth. The reason why, as much as mates are different, they complete each other.” “ How about those who had more than a mate!” I asked, implying that she had more than males in her life.

Would there be a war? “It might be, but also, it could be that the Elder was trying to gain some upper hand over the other Council members. You see, if you point your finger at the right person and send a soul eater at them, there are a few great benefits. Let’s start with a longer life span, increased stamina, and so on. They become more powerful because the soul eater they feed shares some of the energy with the host. Now, the host is dead, and the leech was forced back home.” “And what do we do now?” I run a hand through my hair. My life is making me frustrated; these stress levels are more than I can take; God, damn it!

He nodded at me, seeming amused and intrigued. "Three hundred and twelve," Ezra nodded his head at me with a cheeky grin that made me gasp. Ezra was obviously a vampire, and vampires are immortal, but I had never met one that old before. The oldest I had met before him was only one hundred and sixty four years old. "Eat up, princess. You need to fuel up for the big day tomorrow," Ezra told me, motioning towards all the food. I nodded at him and reached forwards. I began to scoop piles of food onto my plate, stacking up massively, which made Ezra laugh.

“Just pick whichever one you like.” Sabrina narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “First of all, why do these men look like they belong to Coco’s age? They are practically kids!” Ellora’s lips curled into a mischievous grin. “Well, you rejected all the age-appropriate ones I showed you. So I thought, why not try younger men? These guys are over thirty-five. Prime age. Look! They probably have more stamina too.” Sabrina’s eyes widened in pure disbelief. She powered off the iPad dramatically and held her head. “Ellora, I’m getting dizzy. I might pass out.”

"It's rare to see arcane implements like this. That explains how Sylas grew so powerful so fast. The talisman probably caused your severe injuries." Homer sighed. "At first, we were evenly matched. Then he did something I didn't expect. He sensed that the men he had dispatched to the York residence had been taken out. In a rage, he unleashed his ultimate move—Soul-Eater Manifestation. He said he prepared it for you originally." Aria's hand froze. Sylas might be behind both the Soul-Eater Manifestation and the Wailing March. Back in Portfall, she had encountered someone who used the Wailing March on her. The effect was instantaneous—the sound was that of infinite spirits crying out in despair

his British accent was still there as Azrael recalled it. Now she knew that she should always follow her guts. The moment she saw Carter’s face she knew he hasn’t grow old. Well, according to his natal records he was now 27, but he looks like he hasn’t aged a day since he turned 20. Chestnut hair, honey brown eyes, ivory skin and a very thin lips.