Soul Eater Evans Scythe Novelas e Histórias

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

“That’s exactly why they taught me how to use my powers. So, I could become one of the most powerful beings in the world. A Reaper.” “Where is your scythe?” I replied. He didn’t find it funny. He wrapped his hands around my neck, drug me up from the ground, and backed me into a tree. “This kill will be the dirtiest one I have had to do so far. You are the only unlucky one who can resist my gift.” He smiled as I choked and pulled at his arms, “But don’t worry your friend Callie’s will be much cleaner, and she will be right after you.” I kicked him in the stomach, and he released a little then punched me in the stomach. My ribs felt like they were breaking. His hands were around my throat in s

"The High Council has realized that 'Destiny' failed to catch you. So, they are going to use the Authenticity of your Doubt. They are going to prove that the 'Sovereignty' is just a series of desperate choices made by two people who are terrified of being alone" From the liquid smoke of the ceiling, a figure descended. He did not walk; he Hesitated into existence. He was a being of Silver-Oil and Translucent Shadows, his face a shifting blur of everyone I had ever lost. He held a Scythe of Cold Glass, its blade etched with the exact dates and times of every "No" I had ever whispered in the dark.

Laughter- low and crawling, like something dragged from a grave- echoed. “You’re standing inside my soul, boy. This is my world. My domain.” The figures convulsed. Limbs cracked as they turned their attention to us, their soulless gazes flicking toward me. Lucian raised his blade. “Then I’ll cut through your damn soul.” The first creature lunged.

He doesn’t want to be disturbed when he finally has the courage to be a bad guy to her. He entered the temporary shelter of the Vordamorte and started to kill the guard silently. He can not alert his enemy before he can checkmate. So, he used his twin draggers skillfully to kill those useless guards. He left his city just to deal with this problematic guy. However, when he enters the room of Yevete after killing the last of the guards, he is greeted by an empty room with a holographic screen representing Yevete. “Welcome home, Evan! You know, I missed you a lot!” A handsome man in his 30s said Evan with a smile. The man in the holographic screen looks so alive. Evan felt betrayed as it looks

Number 50 was the rude stranger from before his weapon was the most breathtaking of all. Its stats were as follows:- Name: "Soulcutter" ‎Appearance: A dark, curved scythe with an ebony wood staff (6 ft long). Intricate silver etchings (like skeletal vines) crawl along the edge. At the base, a crimson gem glows faintly – said to pulse with every soul "harvested". ‎Stats: ‎- Damage: High melee + possible "soul drain" effect ‎- Range: Long sweep (hits multiple foes)

“You’re vicious with your move. That’s against military ethics!” “You’re asking for it!” Evan was infuriated. He moved forward and attacked Chase with full force. His arm came at Chase like a sickle. This was a move he had come up with while in the military. It was called Sickle Clash. Anyone he touched would instantly have their limbs slashed off. He was already angered by Chase’s words and wanted Chase dead. Myra felt the change within Evan, and the look on her pretty face changed. “Be careful, Chase.” Chase shook his head once more and slammed down his palm at Evan. His attack felt like it came straight from the heavens. It landed on Evan like a bolt from the sky. It was filled with vigor

It was clear that the psycho wanted to tear her right hand free from her body. 'Let me,' screamed Evelyn. Sky gave in, transforming back into her human form. Evelyn was ready, the minute she transformed she went for her knife strapped to her thigh. The sudden change to human form loosens the grip Saul had on the shoulder bone, but he still did not let go.

“I…Hello, Professor. I…I am Scarlet Lozenge, and this is my friend, Evangelica Michelangelo.” Scarlet introduced herself and Eva to Dankein Cosh. Eva had been drooling over Dankein and the man saw this through the corner of his eyes but stayed unbothered.

I pressed my bloody hand to the steering wheel, leaving a crimson print. "I swear by my blood and my broken heart," I whispered to the darkness. "Evangeline Cross will pay for what she's stolen from me. Even if I have to sell my soul to make it happen." Lightning flashed across the sky, as if the universe itself had heard my vow. And in that moment of brightness, I could have sworn I saw something in the clouds, a pair of silver eyes, watching me with ancient amusement. The Soul Eater was waiting. And I was coming to make a deal.