Soul Eater City 소설 & 이야기

Selene’s mouth tightened. “That’s how they measure how fast they can chew through you,” she said. “Energy in versus collapse rate. They like you best when you last a long time but hurt the whole way.” I swallowed. World names scrolled down one vertical panel in smaller, tighter text, some I recognized, others I didn’t. DRACULA. GRAVEYARD. CITY. CARNIVAL. MIRROR MAZE. TOWER. ICEWORLD. ARENA PRIME. Some were marked with little flags:

Long live the alliance of flesh and soul. THE END

"They say she feeds on broken souls and shattered dreams. They call her the Soul Eater, and she lives in the Hollow Market where anything can be bought for the right price." "Celeste..." "What if we couldn't break the bond, but we could make her forget it existed?" My voice grew stronger with each word. "What if we couldn't kill her body, but we could kill who she is inside?" Morrison stared at me in horror. "What you're suggesting... it's worse than death." "Is it?" I asked. "Or is it justice? She took everything from me. My future, my happiness, the man I love. Why shouldn't she pay for that?"

“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?”

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.”

"How is my beautiful beast this morning?” Ayana greeted. Adam smiled, his face flawless, except for the glow that was almost blinding. “Your beast is the best he has ever been in life,” he said, kissing her forehead. “And you, my soul? How are you?” “Soul? I am your soul.” Ayana asked. Adam chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with affection as he traced a gentle finger along Ayana's jawline.

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