Soul Eater City Novels & Stories

Elena stopped a few feet from us looking around uneasily. " I scouted the area, looks fine but something's off." " Is there something wrong? We're sure they would be here and from our location, no passerby would suspect us." Mike replied but she shook her head and looked as if she wanted to say something but decided not to. " You're probably right." She said instead. " So what's our next plan?" she asked looking from me to Mike. " Dan, one of our men whose also our IT man would track down our mole and pinpoint their exact location while we get ready to sneak up on them, get what we want and get out of there hopefully without anyone noticing us." I replied this time.

"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."

I pressed my bloody hand to the steering wheel, leaving a crimson print. "I swear by my blood and my broken heart," I whispered to the darkness. "Evangeline Cross will pay for what she's stolen from me. Even if I have to sell my soul to make it happen." Lightning flashed across the sky, as if the universe itself had heard my vow. And in that moment of brightness, I could have sworn I saw something in the clouds, a pair of silver eyes, watching me with ancient amusement. The Soul Eater was waiting. And I was coming to make a deal.

“You were born with a soul. They were not. The problem is, that version is also highly defective for other reasons.” “This,” he explains, “Is where I am hoping to grow version 3. We need them to be vessels that are ready for souls, but with just enough soul of their own to not be craving every soul they pass. We can’t have a city full of soulless people draining other people until they are soulless.” “That…that would be like making a zombie apocalypse only instead of eating brains they eat your aura,” I realized out loud. “Why are there so many children in that room if you knew that it didn’t work? Why did you keep on doing it?”

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.

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it

When Seza realized that Hande was making fun of her and fell again, she was walking and talking while looking in a distorted way. "Damn, I fell again." "Look, I knew that too. You're so smart." "Hand!" one ... Cappadocia Hilton hotel and the hall where the celebration was held. Dozens of guests and the press were eagerly waiting for the historical artifacts and the underground city to be shown. Hande is chatting standing up with her family and a few other people. Seza could not concentrate on the conversation and looked around with restless eyes. Not seeing the person she wanted was bothering her more and more, she.

Tomm-tomm. I'm an ass! I'm sorry!!! For real! Please write something. What? I like you... very much! I'm sorry I would have you gladly brought home.... Taxi was the better alternative! Ouch! josephine connor, what are you doing with me? It breaks my heart like that to read! I need to see you again! I have to sleep. Good night. See you soon? Maybe! Please! Sleep well and have nice dreams ♥♥

I would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.

I hugged her close to me and closed my eyes when I suddenly remembered what Luna told me. “I cannot say… but I cannot sense her energy in this photo… only her hatred but… but these two guys in the photo… I assure you that they are already dead” I immediately open my eyes and sit on my bed. My heartbeat fasts again and I am starting to tremble again. I looked at Kera and remembered everything. That is why she can’t feel the energy of the girl, because she is still alive and she is full of hatred, and what if I am the girl? I am Cassandra. “Cassie,” Someone called me Cassie and I looked around to check who it was but I saw no one inside my room. Only me.