Soul Eater Dr Franken Stein Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I mean, the drider could easily change back into his terrifying spider form and kill us, but he hasn’t done that, so I would assume he is trustworthy.” “I am very trustworthy and not deaf,” the drider turns around and glances between us. There is a white fang sticking out of his mouth when he smiles. He reminds me of a vampire with his pale skin and long dark hair. “And my name is Edison. I’m a person, just like the two of you.” “A person that loves to eat Lycans and werewolves for breakfast...” Alex mutters. “And humans,” Edison helpfully adds but catches himself when we both stare at him. “Err...I won’t eat you since you saved my life, but I do love to eat little critters,” he strokes his

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

Catherine looked at the rescued subjects. "The tribunal asked the survivors if they wished to make statements regarding your sentence. Twenty-two of the twenty-three declined. They said they had nothing more to say to you. They wanted only for you to disappear from their lives. But one survivor did wish to speak. Subject 92, would you please stand?" A man rose. Mid-forties. Scarred from radiation experiments. Blind in one eye from neural enhancement attempts. "Subject 92 is Dr. Richard Chen. He was genetic researcher before the freeze. Captured in 2015. Imprisoned for nine years. Used for experiments because Hammond valued his scientific knowledge. Dr. Chen, please address the tribunal."

Crash! I stood over the fractured ice once more and swung the axe with every last ounce of strength. I hadn’t removed the camera from my helmet. Immediately realizing what I was doing, Luna screeched, "Sophie, are you crazy?!" I ignored her, continuing to raise my numb arms and swing them down, mechanically repeating the motions until… Crack! With a sharp crack, the ice split completely apart, exposing the heating pipe underneath. Taking aim, I lifted the axe high—

He took the oath before sitting. Dylan walked closer. "State your name." "Viktor Schneider." "Your occupation?" "I own The Velvet Room." "Were you acquainted with Marcus Kuntz?" "Yes." "In what capacity?" "He was one of our regular clients." "Were you working on the evening of his death?" "Yes." "Did Dr. Karma Kuntz visit your establishment that evening?" "She did." "What did she do there?" "She met with one of the dancers." "Who?" "I don't know her real name, but she goes by Mia."

He could only hold on. He should not open the barrier anymore. Behind him, the two faced off. Sir Felix had vicious eyes, "I don't need to know the name of the ghost I am about to exterminate." His umbrella opened and turbulent air appeared. "Oho. I am not asking for your name though. But I can tell you my name. I am called Mr. Frank. The great investigator and doctor in my era." Mr. Frank then opened his arms wide. Two small knives appeared. "I haven't fought head to head with a senior grim reaper before. But I still know that I am stronger than you."

Frank was shaking his head even as he glanced at the corpses strewn all over the floor—Frida was really a fool. "Who are you people?" the scrawny man demanded again. "Frank Lawrence." "Bron Howard." "Robert Quill." The scrawny man was immediately delighted. "So you're Frank Lawrence? Perfect timing. I'm taking you to Mr. Drakon." Frank was just about to move when Bron said, "Leave him to me. My son's soul would be honored with another dead follower of the Salazars."

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

Panic surged through me as I struggled against my restraints. A menacing figure stepped out of the shadows, and a sinister smile curled across his lips. "Welcome back, Ethan." I gritted my teeth, my voice laced with defiance. "Who are you, and what do you want?" The man circled the table, his fingers lightly tracing the instruments of torture that gleamed in the dim light. "You can call me Drakon. As for what I want, I simply enjoy...experimenting." Drakon leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "I've heard werewolves are known for their strength and resilience. Let's put that to the test, shall we?"

He kicked at Frank’s leg, and Frank collapsed, but he gripped Augus’s ankle the moment he hit the ground, still holding him in place. “My Claudia!” Frank gritted his teeth. “You promised.” Augus narrowed his eyes and bent down, peering at Frank with a vicious smirk. “You are a fool, aren’t you? Soul swap? How could I transform a soul that no longer exists? Your incestuous lover is long gone—dead!” Frank’s rage exploded. “Fucking wizard – ” He screamed, extending his claws and striking at Augus’s leg. But Augus was faster. He twisted, and before Frank could land the blow, the blue dagger drove deep into his throat.