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Monica asks motioning to Kelly. "No, this is a first," I say with a smile and look at Kelly. I look back at Monica and ask, "Grace eat pasta?" "She loves pasta," Monica says with a smile. I face the stove and moments later I feel Kelly hug at my back. She kisses between my shoulders and wraps her arms around my waist. She instantly finds the scar that saved her life a month ago and runs her finger over it. "Something is bothering you Jen," she says softly and kisses my shoulder. "Distracting me with your body didn't work."

Bye now. Me: Bye. Aayu: Bye. I cut the call. Aayu looks at me with a smile. Great, my love's mood has changed a little. "Let's go then. Otherwise, we will be late to the office." Aayu said and I nodded. We both left the special place for us "'SOUL'" I got into the car and Aayu too. "Wanna listen to this song ??? Perfect by Ed Sheeran. You know I love that right ?" I said and Aayu nodded.

A strange man holding a scythe and engulfed in black flames was standing a couple of meters from them, "Thank you for the meal.~" Before anyone could react, the guy who made the question was pierced in the chest by the scythe. Just before he was cut in half in a swift motion by the same weapon, and his soul was absorbed instantly. "RUN!" yelled David as he and Kevin started running towards the city, the other players recovered from their shock and started to run too, but they were very unlucky this time. The man seemed to vanish in the air and reappeared behind the players one per one, killing them and eating their souls, David looked behind as the final member of the newbies was devoured by

Throughout her rant she kept flaying her hands which combined with her slightly distressed look was just fucking cute. “Because you're fiercely you and you're not the least bit afraid of me and you don't ask anything of me either. You're just . . . different.” I could swear I saw her redden just as the food was served. “Oh, I know what would go well with this,” then she brought out her phone. Very soon the soundless night air was filled by the crooning voice of a man that I recognized. “I know this guy. Ed Sheeran, right?”

She sighed. “Tia…” Aiden called, placing a hand on her knee, she opened her eyes and stared at him with a neutral look. “What’s up.” She sat up, wanting to tell him about the rude, body guard looking man but the image of the serial killer flashed before her eyes and she reached into her back pocket to pull out the artistic drawing of the killer, handing it over to Aiden. He collected the paper, looked at it and then back at Tia, not sure what she was trying to say.

Mates found each other’s blood to taste like ambrosia because everything was meant to call out to their mate, that included. I raised an eyebrow once she opened her eyes, and the blush was immediate. ‘There’s a reason why certain species consume pure souls. Purity gives them a taste that is almost like a drug. Trust me that the souls that you purified and became yours taste delicious,’ she explained, licking her lips. I groaned because now I was turned on and time was of the essence so we would just have to put it on the backburner for now. I would reward my mate with a mind-blowing fuckfest once we were successful with this.

After all, now that they had passed on in peace, they wouldn’t end up turning into evil spirits… Either way, now that they were gone, Gerald drew the Astrabyss Sword before starting to mutter some odd incantations… The spell Gerald was chanting was known as Soul Eater, and casting it enabled him to completely exterminate villainous spirits. As Gerald had earlier said, any spirits caught within the punishing spell wouldn’t be able to be reincarnated… While Gerald rarely used the spell, he knew he had to use it on the dead Soul Hunters. After all, they deserved this punishment, and Gerald wasn’t about to let them die in peace and escape judgment.

Shadows slithered across the ground, whispering faintly, voices like fingernails on metal. There, just ahead, pulsed a faint glow. A soul, corrupted and twisted, hung midair, wrapped in threads of black smoke. Its shape was humanoid but warped—arms too long, eyes hollow pits that flickered with pale green fire. It thrashed weakly, emitting a faint wail that scraped against Avery’s ears. “Do you see it?” Kael asked, crouching slightly. “That’s your target. Keep your tether steady. You pull, you don’t flinch. You hesitate, it’s gone. Again.”

“Alright,” Blackie shrugged, “As I said, we used Soul Coupling as a reference to create a new soul-based, multiversal racial characteristic for worldborn. Basically, we gave your soul an ability to… uh… interact with other souls in a special way… which kinda made you into a eunuch,” Blackie laughed awkwardly, “but otherwise it is very handy! I guarantee that in the future, you’ll totally love it!”

She bends down rubbing her hand over the wet spot at Gemma’s door, and when her eyes go milky white she begins chanting in what I think is Latin as a scene is brought to life in front of our eyes. The image is of a frightened Gemma standing in the doorway holding a vase full of sunflowers that she’s about to drop, and I had hundreds of roses put in her room but no sunflowers so how they got there. The man in front of her is way over six feet tall and has on a black hoodie that is blocking most of his face from the angle I am at. When I try to move around to look at the ghostly characters more carefully I am horrified to realize that although Gemma’s face is completely visible whoever the per