Soul Eater Black Star Signature Novels & Stories

Xiao Yao said mocking the user a bit, after all, achieving a perfect ranking is only possible in the tutorial. "Tutorial? I didn't have a tutorial, when I woke up in the middle of the war of some ancient empire with the sword stuck in my belly the system I was given announced the mistake of being sent there... Well, it's a long story, I did it win and the lord god apparently to apologize let me have the maximum score. I'm the only SSS rank user, of course, I stole the core of that world, and I was going to destroy... Cough... Cough... well, that's it”

He knew that this decision would cost her when her partner woke up, a woman as independent as she would go crazy if they tied her up like that, but it was the only method of keeping her in this world, and Serguei was selfish enough not to lose his right hand. The beta stepped closer and gently lifted her up with the help of his alpha. Taking a deep breath, still hesitantly he let out his fangs and uttering the sacred promise mentally so fast that he feared he was wrong, he buried the canines in Alisha's white neck taking only minimal blood but enough to entwine their bodies and that the mark would remain permanently on her skin. Then he ripped open and brought his wrist to her lips. Tilting

The supreme expert! “Is… is that true!?” Another dignitary guest asked in disbelief. “It’s true! According to our former master's will. Lord Zhu Was our new master. This is the proof.” Gold and Silver answered and opened a black scroll that was written with golden ink infused with The Black Merchant Spirit-Qi. It even has a tiny bit of his soul in the will in case some idiot didn’t believe with this spirit qi signature so The Black Merchant could come out and smash that idiot head to the ground.

Their attacks only managed to make a crack in the formation. In an instant, countless changes occurred in the formation. Each change contained a different inscription. Each of them was a terrifying Supernatural Signature Skill. The Universal Sword Art, Blossoming, Thunderous Tribulations, Ten Path Techniques… Countless signature skills appeared, fortifying the power of the formation. Even though there were three of Mekaisto’s main selves in the formation, they were overpowered and kept taking hits.

It was the sound of the Void itself trying to speak through a human throat. "I'm here, Dante," I said, my voice shaking as I reached out to touch his arm. His skin was freezing, a temperature that shouldn't have been possible for a living being. I looked at his chest. A new mark was burning its way into his skin, right over his heart. It wasn't the Wolf of the Thorne line. It was a Void-Wolf—a jagged, light-eating sigil that seemed to writhe and pulse with a life of its own. It was a black hole in the shape of a predator.

He finally realised that attacking blindly wasn’t working. “We’ll see about that” He said, sheathing his sword and creating a single sigil that I hadn’t seen before. “Rise. King of the Seventh Circle. Rise, Astaroth. A black shadow grew impossibly high behind X, it looked like a gate of sorts. A scrawny, black hand came through the shadow, followed by a large head. It was black, featureless and horned. One purple glowing eye was at the forehead and the other was where the mouth would be, if it had one. The remaining body was black and scrawny. I half expected it to fall over, but it stood tall, towering over X and his father. “Contract in order. Possession of demon contracted” The demon god

It landed near Xaren’s boot, catching in a crack between two stones. A flicker of motion drew Xaren’s eye. He crouched quickly, plucking the parchment from the ground. It was small—folded tightly, stained with blood at the corners and smudged with dirt. His gaze lingered on the seal for only a moment—Nyxorian black wax, unmistakable, deep and glossy black, bearing the unmistakable sigil of Nyxoria: the snarling head of a black wolf with a serpent curled through its fangs. He turned the note over in his hand, a chill crept through him and his heart tightening as he rose to his feet.

Mira squinted at him. “I knew it. What's the reason?” Ethan looked at her for a moment before turning his attention back to the laptop. “It's not important right now, right?” Mira stared at him, still suspicious and hesitant. But didn't push him further. A sudden wave of relief washed over her. She quickly wiped her eyes, pulled her notebook closer, and nodded. “I'm in.” She moved her chair closer to the desk. “Let's do it.” ********** [AZURE HOTEL & SUITES - DEVIANS SUITE]

she whispered. Dante handed her a pen. "Right here. And here. And initial here." Rosa's hand shook as she signed. Each signature felt like a piece of her soul being sold. When she finished, Dante took the contract, examined it, and nodded with satisfaction. "Excellent. Welcome to the Syndicate, Mrs. Blackwood." He pressed the intercom. "Bring the car around. Mrs. Blackwood needs medical attention before we discuss her first assignment." "First assignment?"

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”