Soul Eater Artwork Novels & Stories

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

But to me, all his words belonged to a past life. Had he truly wished to be with me, he wouldn't have tied me up and discarded me in the middle of nowhere after my artificial kidney caused a rejection. He was only saying all this now because he had failed. Then, he produced a paring knife and stabbed it into his abdomen. Crimson blood stained his white coat, stark and vivid. He slowly collapsed, face down, and his grip on the knife gradually loosened. "I was wrong, Cassidy…" Blood trickled down the corners of his lips when he opened his mouth.

I went over to the receptionist who directed me to Stefan's office. Stepping into the office, it felt like a different version of the world. It was looking so good that I couldn't help but stand stunned at the beauty of his office. At the right corner of his office is a portrait, a portrait from Leonardo da Vinci! Wow! This office is luxury. “Hey, you came”. Stefan who has been on his system since I stepped in, finally said as he raised his head up. “Good morning Sir”. I mumbled with a slight bow.

Otis' POV: She dismissed me and I immediately dashed towards the direction of the kitchen to prepare Alpha Damien's lunch but I saw something that brought my feet to a sudden halt. A wall of paintings… paintings of about seven different men each possessing red eyes and the symbol of the crescent moon on the left side of their chest that seems to illuminate light. “Who could they be?” The last painting caught my attention and all I could see was a striking resemblance between him and the man from the training ground.

"They know every account, every shell corp, every dirty little secret I've ever buried…" They had been mentally, psychically violated. The new hunter was an entity codenamed the "Soul-Eater," a non-corporeal mind-thief who could steal and consume memories as easily as a common pickpocket lifts a wallet. Its goal was brutally clear: extract the location of the Obsidian Lab and the nature of Jack’s debilitating curse from the minds of his inner circle. "We can't track it," Aaliyah said, her voice laced with a despairing frustration. "There's no energy signature, no physical presence, nothing to lock onto. It's a ghost in the machine of the mind."

Lena. Before everything. Laughing at something outside the frame. Hair a mess. Eyes bright. Alive. Nori studied the picture for a long time. Trying to reconcile it with the woman in the garden. The smile. The emptiness. The almost-recognition. The person trapped underneath. A hand settled gently on her shoulder. She didn't need to look up. Tharien. Of course. He sat beside her. Close enough that their knees touched. The bond settled warmly between them.

While everyone was examining the works one by one, Hande showed her mother her favorite work. "This impressed me a lot. When I first received it, I thought about who it was. Who had it made for whom, how did he feel when he received it. How did the owner feel when he wore it. I am more interested in the spiritual aspect of the work than its material value. First feelings are very important. It is as if the person who wears this necklace I felt your feelings from my heart. How beautiful isn't it?" While Hande was looking at the necklace they found with admiring eyes, her gaze was pensive, just like her speech. Her mother forcibly took her eyes off the necklace she was looking at with admirat

Asteria POV. I prepare Carter with Artemis. He is standing on the beach as we paint his skin. The blue paint is from the bioluminescent plants as we make swirls and patterns on his bare skin. His eyes locked on mine as I move my fingers over his skin. “There, you are ready.” I say to him as I strip down and take his hand in mine and lead him towards the water. I look at the beach and see everyone smiling. As we enter the water.

He meant to grab a shirt to put on her so Edward could do a proper exam, however, he wasn't expecting the sight that lay before him. He hadn't noticed it in the car because it was too dark, but now in his illuminated bedroom he easily took in all the white and black marks marring Summer's porcelain skin. On her right arm lay a tattoo of a Serpent that wrapped its way around her forearm and up along her bicep with its head ending just above her collarbone. Littered around the tattoo were white scars that looked to be from something cutting her delicate skin again and again. Her other arm that didn't have any tattoos covering it sported the same scars.

Galene paused next to a group of older men who’d gathered around her largest work. “The strokes seem natural and fluid. What is the student’s name?” One of them leaned forward and squinted. “Galene Bennett.” “There’s a dramatic intensity here that touches a higher plane.” “I like the contrast of light and dark—this dark energy—a marine creature is luring me to my watery death.” “Yes.” Another critic responded. “This work is all about the deep caverns in our soul.” Galene’s pulse picked up, and she took a step back.