Soul Eater Character Novels & Stories

I sat in my room for three days. Not dramatically. I attended to my duties — the morning cleaning rotation, the evening meal service, the geomun'go practice that Mistress Hana insisted upon regardless of scheduling or emotional state. I did these things. I did them correctly. I did them without letting anything show on my face, which was not difficult because I had been trained since childhood to perform tasks without letting things show on my face. Between duties, she sat on my sleeping mat and thought. Soul Sight activates upon soulbound recognition, I had read, in the texts. The connection, once formed, cannot be unformed. The soul recognizes what it has always been bound to.

Cadell Marcus was silent, thinking whether it was not appropriate to kill him or not. Just by looking at Cadell Marcus's ability to look at people's faces, one could see that Allen Old was not the kind of person who would give up his intentions, having suffered such a big loss here, Allen Old will definitely find a way to deal with himself in the future. Thinking continuously, Cadell Marcus suddenly thought of a good solution, which was to take Allen Old's soul away. People with three souls and seven souls, as long as one soul is missing, they will turn into a thing stupid.

I make a self-satisfied face and brush my hair off my shoulders with one hand. I see Azael with a pool stick in hand, walking towards me, with his particular torn black jeans, a white T-shirt that makes his tattoos show through, and a leather jacket. I approach him, pissed off, shortening the space between us, and several of his friends who look similar to him, look me up and down with mischievous smiles.

One night, he made enough food for a grand seven-course meal, consisting of burned, overcooked, dried-out, and even singed dishes that disintegrated upon a breath. He even tried being all romantic by bringing out the scented candles and lighting them up, instantly filling up the dining room with pungent smells. "Winnie…" he started, choking on the intensity of the smells. "Listen up! I like you, okay? I know why you didn't agree to go out with me, but… But you have to promise me something!" I looked at him in confusion. "You must promise to go out with me if there's a next life after death!" Hal said, sounding confident as he exclaimed in a loud voice.

"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."

he said and helped her stand up. "Huh?" He seemed even more confused even after explaining it. "Soul suckers are soul thieves. They steal the souls we pick up. It's another job for us to catch them and kill them but most soul reapers like me, don't care about them as long as it's not the souls we pick up what they're stealing. And I'm sure, he won't bother you after tonight. Unless, he wants to mess with me.”

The Soulmate Covenant is the connection of two souls, the bridging of differences in the name of love, peace, and harmony. Goddess Freya, Goddess of Fate, determines these pairings up on high. But the love between these two souls is nonetheless very real and very powerful. Love cannot be forced, even by a goddess. Therefore, The Covenant is but a seed that must be nurtured and watered to grow. The seed is planted, and it is up to the soulmated pair to tend to it. But if the wrong choice is made that intentionally harms part of the pair, that plant with wither and die.

I feel the nectar upgrading my energy, reflex, stability, persistence, and every component in me at the same time. If consuming more souls will make me stronger and powerful enough to defeat all the reapers, including their leader, Ryan, then so be it. I am ready to feed it more soul. Taking another glance at my team, I could see them fighting valiantly. However, they were so focused on a spot that they missed a reaper that was diving for them. I unsheath my sword and throw it. The sharp mouth lodged itself inside the reaper's chest, then I swung my chain at him. The icy chain wrapped around his neck, and it consumed his soul instantly.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

His wrestler's shoulders were part of his burly physique. His nomad-blue eyes twinkled every time he speaks. They were Saturn round and were a-flush with triumph. His excellent personality and bass voice were a big part of his ambitious character. He always wore nifty clothes and his commanding aroma is appealing. Joey on the other side has a manly physique. His mariner-yellow eyes were orb around and darted constantly, a-gleam with delight and the vigor of youth. They were soft, Irish eyes and swam with joy. They shone brightly, as two sapphires dipped in milky pools.