Soul Eater Evans Suit Novels & Stories

“Boss is waiting inside. This is Eva—she will escort you.” The petite East Asian girl standing next to him had tan skin and was a few inches shorter than me. I was 5’4”. Eva had black hair in a short cut with light bangs covering her forehead. She wore a full-body suit with full sleeves, buttoned up to her neck, and had a pleasant smile on her face. But her dark brown eyes were sharp. She looked graceful and kind of cute. A lie, though. I could see it. I nodded. “This way, miss,” she said.

Beside me, Tyrone had gone deathly still, his eyes glowing with a dark, predatory light. “If you touch my son, I will burn the Council to the ground,” I hissed. “Then come and claim your past, Alpha. Evan is waiting. And he is not the man you remember. The spell that took his mind ten years ago has evolved into something far more dangerous. He is calling for his mate, and if he doesn't find her, he will tear the continent apart.” I hung up, staring at the blank wall. I was thirty now, stronger than I had ever been, a seasoned investigator who had seen the worst the supernatural world had to offer. But the mention of Evan’s name still felt like a jagged blade in my gut.

Evelyn actually believes the poisons are restorative tonics. The Soul-Eater is working well. Her spirit wolf will weaken bit by bit. Soon, both she and her pathetic pup will die screaming.

“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!”

Andrew said to himself. The green-eyed man had now stepped closer to his suitcase and opened the contents inside. The man took out a brown envelope from his suitcase. Actually, Andrew's purpose here was to find out where Samuel Nelson's other treasures were. However, it must end in a place as comfortable as this thanks to an invitation from Adrian West.

Kendall beeps up through the ear piercing. I tap my ear. "Okay, everyone stands by and waits for my signal. If this plan doesn't work, we go ahead with plan B." A motorboat approaches the docks. My eyes spot Eva in her red trench coat, the same as she wore when I met her thirteen years ago. She and a few Order men followed her as they approached our location. Given that she does not age, it is beyond me, but of course, it's Eva. She still looks the same as I left her. If she wants something, she will get like Thanos's gauntlet. Just snap your fingers, and then your wish will come true.

Damon barged into the room with his rocky face. " what have you found?" He asked pulling off his black suit. It's obvious Sandra is out of town and not alone but with that dick! Evans showed him the footage on the monitor. He stood quiet for a while, his anger is taking over his sanity. It will be a matter of time before he kills that asshole. " I think this footage was taken yesterday and looking at it, it obvious she was not herself," Evans said looking at his cousin's nonchalant expression. He can see the invisible anger on his face as smoke fumes out of his ears and nose so he does not add more words hoping he has gotten what he is trying to arrive at.

“I’ll call you once I’m off.” I nodded and turned to walk away. “Do you mind if I walk you down? Just until you get a cab,” the guy asked behind me. “If you want to,” I said, not bothering to look back. We walked down the quiet street together. The city felt different at night still and quiet. “I’m Ian,” he said. “I’m Evelyn. But everyone calls me Eve,” I answered flatly. “Nice. You’re new around here?” “Obviously,” I muttered, not wanting to give too much information.

All Evan did was trim his hair, and it almost felt like he had a total makeover. … Evan left the barber shop and stepped into a men's fashion store. He took off the expensive custom-made suit the heiresses bought for him and changed into casual wear. He hated suits. They were very suffocating. Loose casual wear was more his style. These changes meant the old Evan was dead. The man standing here now was a new man. "What do we do with these?" The bodyguard pointed at the ring, bracelet, necklace, and all the other accessories. These items came from Bulgari's charity gala.

The figure wore a black trench coat, and most of their face was hidden behind a mask, making it impossible to identify them. The person entered Helena's room. Suzy held her breath and crept to the door, pressing her ear against it to listen. "Suzy trusts you so much right now. You need to make the most of this opportunity," a voice said from inside. "Once you take down Evangeline, Xandria will be yours. You won’t have to live in her shadow anymore." "Exactly," Helena said, her voice thick with resentment. "I’ll use Suzy to reclaim everything Evangeline stole from me—her power, her possessions, and her life.