Soul Eater City Novels & Stories

Osgald nodded his head and he gestured at the men. " You may leave!" The men left grudgingly and Denisa couldn't help staring at Eight one last time. " I knew you didn't have simple intentions when you shot Savannah and that's why I asked my men to bring you here" Eight frowned slightly " What exactly is this place, where am I ?" " This is soul city, it's an harbor for soul shifters, I built this place two years ago" Eight was surprised " Why are you interested in soul shifters, most people want them dead "

I see Souls blinked multiple times. “But you didn’t go back instead, you killed Yuri and took over J City, no wonder he is pissed and took her.” my thoughts exactly and now he wants to make a point. I just hope it doesn’t involve killing her, not when we were starting to get to know each other. “It’s going to be alright boss,” Souls pats me on the shoulder getting up from the chair. “Thank you, Souls.” He nods with a small smile playing on his lips.

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.

"If the boy who saved me is truly dead, then there’s nothing left in this city worth fighting for. Kill me, Dante. But look at me when you do it." Dante froze. The rifle stayed leveled at my chest, but the tip of the barrel began to vibrate. A microscopic ripple of static passed through his blue eyes. "Subject... Subject Zora..." he stammered, the flat drone of his voice glitching. "The silver bird, Dante," I said, taking a step toward him. "It wasn't a toy. It was the soul of the city. You carried me. You bled for me." "Silence!" the Scribe shrieked, her bone-pen slashing through the air. She began to write a command directly into the atmosphere—OBEY. FORGET. DELETE.

It is the marking of the Mizune sisters also known as the soul eaters. “She is going to steal her soul.” My eyes are wide and I step back slightly. She will kill my little bird. How could she do that with Cerberus anything she touches turns to ash and with her soul within her she can’t. “What about Cerberus? Everything she touches turns to ash so if your sister succeeds and pulls her soul Cerberus will turn her to ash.” She looks at Samson looking completely lost then looks back to me quickly.

"That's a soul carriage. Just wait and watch. The Phantom Patrols are about to wreck his day. I wonder who's inside that thing." A butcher who'd been hacking away at human legs with his cleaver stopped mid-chop. A whole crowd of spirits was drifting over, some trying to look casual about it. They definitely weren't missing out on a good show, especially when it was some fearless living soul trying to challenge the Netherrealm's rules. With any luck, that man might even become their meal. After all, today was the Ghost City Festival. The hanged spirit was already drooling. As expected, Landon radiated the energy of a living soul when he stepped off the soul carriage. He looked so clean and fl

And now, as I spoke to the police on the line, that very same phone was about to change our fate once again. My heart raced wildly, and in a daze, I thought I saw myself rushing in with the police. To be precise, the moment our eyes met, I realized the person in front of me was Madeline. I had no idea when she had entered my body or when she had arrived, but in that instant, I saw the relief in her eyes and understood the pain that lingered there. Suddenly, I felt a lightness settle over me, and I was back in my own body.

What he has started thinking now, is about the full moon. ***************** "Great One, we've searched every corner of the city but the Hybrid wasn't found!" Peter bowed his head while explaining to him. "How's that possible? I knew what I saw! He was born in this city!" Great One voice echoed. "And what if he has left the city?" Peter asked. "Then, I would have known! Peter, what I'm about to say might sound drastic but it's the only way out for now... There's no how we won't sacrifice innocent souls to save the world."

Alice pats my back, but doesn't say anything. I close my eyes and try to picture a world where everyone is a supernatural creature. It seems ridiculous, but... isn't that what I've been thinking all along? "Where are the others?" I ask. "It's not just at Hawthorn, right?" "Yeah, but this is the best place to be. Hawthorn is kind of like a sanctuary. There are spells around this place stopping Silver Hunters from getting in." I stare at the carpet, my mind spinning. So what is Alice?