Soul Eater Cover Novels & Stories

Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England. Takashi didn't give her a second to recover. He lunged forward, his long naginata slicing through the air in a horizontal cut aimed directly at her unprotected throat. The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater.

Kyra pushed her watch against her wrist and scrutinized the thing in front of them. Kyra said, "Soul Eater." "Does this creature consume its victim's soul? "Cael asked. Kyra swung her dual-bladed dagger at the soul eater, who dodged her assault with ease. The creature dashed towards Damon, flailing its long claws. Damon gasped in pain as the creature's claws struck his back. "Aahhhhhh! "Damon screamed. Damon's hands emitted a more excellent fire than previously. Cael swung his boomerang dagger towards the soul eater's body, which slammed into him.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

They were beautiful, but it would be more beautiful if Syne appeared. Unfortunately, she wasn't the one who appeared. "I don't think Syne loved butterflies," The voice added, still not showing his face. "Who is he?" I asked Fermine. "You told us Syne loved butterflies!" Via added. "Are you kidding us?" "I think it's more of Uriel since he usually turned the souls into butterflies before they reincarnate," The voice explained. His voice is baritone and I can say it is full of sarcasm. "Who are you?" Via pulled out his knife even though I knew we were nothing against them. "Where is my brother?"

Asher murmured against Summer's lips as he began removing the shirt she was wearing. Lying shirtless on the bed Summer allowed Asher to examine her entire body. She could see his expression shift slightly as he took in the scars and tattoos that marked her delicate skin. Feeling self concious Summer began trying to cover herself with her arms. "Don't." Asher spoke as he grabbed Summer's arm to stop her from covering. As gently as he could he reached out and ran a finger along the scar above Summer's hip before bending down and kissing it. Lifting her arms he also kissed each and every scar that littered her skin on them.

In the restaurant, Joey and Gusto sat across from each other in one corner and kept on discussing what they've gone through after the Academy. The aroma of the dishes, the music, and the smile of someone who cares, is a fragment of heaven. A chance to enjoy the company of one another and want to have more is what they always feel whenever they are together. Gusto had a Mohican cut and scythe-shaped eyebrows. His Roman nose and half-dome cheekbones sat above an oaken jaw. His wrestler's shoulders were part of his burly physique.

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.

“No! It can’t be; this isn’t real…” “I can’t explain it either, but the last thing I remember was falling into the water… everything went dark for a while, until a few weeks ago. There was this strange light flashing in my eyes and this weird sound ringing in my ear… I felt this pain in my chest, like you were calling me… like you were in some sort of danger and the next thing I know… I was here watching mom cook spicy shrimp pasta, but she was completely different.” “On Peter Pak… you came back on the night of the dead?” Marcel gasped in assumption thinking that there was after all some truth to the old wise tale of being cursed by the binders of soul.

It questioned back. "I'm the one asking the questions around here." I stated. The soul laughed at me. "And what made me obliged to answer you? You are nothing." He replied. I knew that this was an indirect challenge to my status. I immediately pulled out the mirror in my bag pack and said the words: "Hell summonte hell arosente death take never returnt." A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground.

is the only word Aminah can think of to alleviate the discomfort; she also does not want to talk with him any longer. She took the clothes, but something abruptly dropped off. When Aminah noticed a perfectly laying lace underwear, her eyes widened. Its hue is red, which makes it stand out. This is the typical design she saw in Helen's room in a seductive magazine. For the second time, she caught Bram's gaze, who only coughed, nodded, and nervously checked the curtain. "I'll change this later." She was too humiliated and just take it immediately and ran to the restroom and slapped her face, hoping to forget her humiliation.