Soul Eater Evans Scythe Novels & Stories

God of War, “What you said just now is an order rather than inquiry. You are clearly telling me, then I have to help you, not asking me if I can help.” I want crazy. Was Evan mad? I made my character stand and resurrect Evan. System: “Lucifer use the Seven Star Soul Summoning Technique to return your soul to its original position.” Evan’s POV: I looked at the screen and grinned. I typed, “You are little good…” I had not finished typing yet. System: “Lucifer’s ghost vine hit you and you receive 5000 damage. System: “Lucifer’s Nine Hearts Begonia hit you and you receive 3000 damage.

“Eva. Now.” The Fight Eva struck first. A throw blade to the shoulder — he deflected it. He lunged. She rolled, slammed into a pile of skulls, and came up swinging. He grabbed her by the hair and slammed her into a wall. Blood ran from her temple. But she didn’t scream. She stabbed upward — into his gut. He grunted. Didn’t fall. “You’re nothing like your sister,” he hissed. Eva spat blood. “Thanks.” Back at Base

I plunged my hand into the dark, grasping a handle of frozen starlight and bone. As I hauled it out, the air temperature plummeted. The massive, six-foot curve of the Reaper's Scythe manifested, its bone-white steel humming with the screams of a thousand forgotten ghosts. I didn't run. I flickered, activating my Shadow Evasion Skill. The world turned into a gray smear for a microsecond. I reappeared in front of the girl just as the Bao-Feng's shadow eclipsed her. I swung the scythe in a brutal, gravity-defying arc.

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.

Castor shouts at Sathariel in a rage. I casually pick up a knife from the table and throw it at Castor, aiming for his ankle and perfectly hitting my target. He drops to the ground, crying out in pain as he clutches his ankle, pulling out the knife and tossing it as blood spurts across the floor. “Fucking bitch!” “Aww, and I thought you used to like fucking this bitch,” I pout. “I watched you kill Scythe,” says Sathariel, pulling my attention back to him as Castor’s groans of pain become nothing more than background ambiance. “I checked him myself,” Sathariel argues, completely oblivious to Castors distress. “Yeah… about that,” I say with a Cheshire cat smile.

“Ethan, look, your attempts at keeping me positive are sweet but--” The words died in Eva’s mouth when she felt a sharp scratch in her left bicep, her head whipping around in time to see Ethan’s thumb press the plunger down and empty the pale yellow contents of the syringe into Eva’s arm. Something was definitely very terribly wrong.

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.

Ezekiel breathed out as he pulled the second fragment of the Sword of the Doombringer from the current owner. He pulled his sword and smiled at the level of destruction he had caused in this world. The Scythe of Death vibrated in his grip, but the power continued to flow smoothly as if Ezekiel's level of darkness was slowly catching up with the darkness that powered the Scythe.

Omar watched Aazim lift the sword high up with fury in his eyes and he saw the blade come down and rolled away just in time, but the blade didn't reach down, instead what he heard was Aazim scream out loud in pain, Omar looked up at Aazim who was holding on to his bleeding hand, a small knife had stopped his strike and had sliced through his fingers but didn't severe it. Omar looked back at Mariam who was still on the floor holding Parvina in her arms and looking at Aazim with a triumphant look in her eyes and a wide smile across her face, she was the one who had thrown the knife and with a perfect timing and good aim too. Aazim hollered in pain and the sword fell from his hands, he held on

I needed to end this quickly, before Tony gets hurt. I grabbed Erebus by the face, ignoring the continuous blasts of existence erasing beams. I smashed his head into the ground. Flames erupted from my hand and burnt into his face. He screamed and kicked but I held on. I can’t use any more power than this, have to save energy for him. I stole a glance up, expecting to see him grinning down on us, but I only saw darkness. Erebus tuned into shadows and slipped out if his grasp. “Scythe of the Seventh, come to your master.”