Soul Eater Excalibur Novels & Stories

I turned my face away, squeezing my eyes shut. Please, someone, anyone... Suddenly I heard a sickening thud. The guy made a choking sound. His grip on my wrists released. His body went limp. And then he collapsed to the ground like a rag doll. Unconscious. I heard footsteps. Running footsteps. The other couples had disappeared. Vanished into the darkness. I opened my eyes, my whole body shaking. And there he was. Damon. Standing over the unconscious guy. His fist was still clenched. His chest was heaving.

“Long, the Sacred Dragon, guards the Eastern Column.” The next tile’s engraving depicted something that looked like a tiger crossed with a lizard. “Lan, the Haunter of the Wastes, guards the Western Column.” The next was a turtle of some kind. “Quy,” Mr. Trung whispered, “who guards the Northern Column.” The last looked like an eagle or vulture. “And Phung, the Sky Hunter, guards the Southern Column.” Mr. Trung looked up at us, face too somber for a summer morning at a community yard sale. “The object of the game, Master Kevin, is to reach enlightenment, the Gateway to Understanding. That is what a player hopes to win.”

''Eros said, ''Yes, we are fine why are you out of your room? ''Bear said, Bear open the coffin to see if it was Eros and it was they were talking for a min and Bear let his lust overtake him and Kissed Eros. They were having a sexual relationship but it was all illusion Eros was never in the room. Instead Bear was having sex with a monster Soul feeder. The soul collector is similar but the soul feeder can only take a soul that is meant to go to hell. But the Soul feeder can eat any soul but they have to be tempted by the 7 deadly sin. Bear step out the coffin to have sex with Eros a that when he was eating by the soul feeder. Bear screams loud but not one else heard it being of the earplugs

"It's rare to see arcane implements like this. That explains how Sylas grew so powerful so fast. The talisman probably caused your severe injuries." Homer sighed. "At first, we were evenly matched. Then he did something I didn't expect. He sensed that the men he had dispatched to the York residence had been taken out. In a rage, he unleashed his ultimate move—Soul-Eater Manifestation. He said he prepared it for you originally." Aria's hand froze. Sylas might be behind both the Soul-Eater Manifestation and the Wailing March. Back in Portfall, she had encountered someone who used the Wailing March on her. The effect was instantaneous—the sound was that of infinite spirits crying out in despair

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.

"Don't say, Seza. I'll say it for you. Hande, I'm very excited, what am I going to do. Look, I told you, okay?" Seza looked at him with a confused expression while trying to catch up with Hande with quick steps. "I can't believe it, how did you know?" As Hande's smile grew, she spoke in a serious voice. "You know, I'm a Scorpio and I have strong feelings. I'm also very smart. That's how I know." When Seza realized that Hande was making fun of her and fell again, she was walking and talking while looking in a distorted way.

Kalfar began tearing into a Soul Stealer across the level, which made Eagle raise a fist to his mouth in worry. “What are they doing?!” he fretted “that wasn’t meant to happen!” Stealers were milling at the scene to aid their fallen friend whose guts were being ripped from it as it spasmed. “Kalfar don’t eat meat!” Eagle cried out “they’re eating it!” "There’s another one" I pointed to the level above us on the other side, where another Stealer was writhing in pain over the edge. The Kalfar ripped into his arm then left, to merge with the crowd again.

So close. Then a sudden pulse, sharp and violent, shot through the sigil, throwing Avery backward. The soul flickered—and disappeared. “No!” Avery screamed, lunging forward, but it was too late. The Wraith’s head tilted, jaws snapping. The lost soul’s faint light extinguished, sucked into the shadows. The Veil itself groaned. Kael’s voice cut through the chaos. “Enough!” The reaper leapt forward, scythe spinning in a graceful arc. The Wraith shrieked as the weapon tore into it, cutting deep. The beast recoiled and vanished with a final, echoing scream. Avery collapsed to their knees, chest heaving, eyes wide.

"They know every account, every shell corp, every dirty little secret I've ever buried…" They had been mentally, psychically violated. The new hunter was an entity codenamed the "Soul-Eater," a non-corporeal mind-thief who could steal and consume memories as easily as a common pickpocket lifts a wallet. Its goal was brutally clear: extract the location of the Obsidian Lab and the nature of Jack’s debilitating curse from the minds of his inner circle. "We can't track it," Aaliyah said, her voice laced with a despairing frustration. "There's no energy signature, no physical presence, nothing to lock onto. It's a ghost in the machine of the mind."

The soul I encountered was flabbergasted at first but then started to laugh after, "Pft! You call that a scythe? What? You gonna rip my soul or cut my hair instead?! I bet that's safety scissors only enough to cut a paper! Hahaha!" I pouted, It's not my fault this host chose such a scythe! She could choose garden scissors yet choose this! I flipped my hair like nothing happened, "Huh, you must be scared so badly you started laughing like a maniac~ I can't help it if you're a baby~" "Eh?" ... "I just want to accumulate soul points but those souls I encountered keep laughing at my scythe! Laugh now because later you'll cry on my amazing scythe!" --- K Whatever NEXT ARC: Leng, The Garden Master