Soul Eater Faces Novels & Stories

Ethan’s POV The night felt unusually quiet. The gentle hum of the city lights below my mansion faded into the background as I stood by the glass wall, staring at my reflection. The same face everyone called intimidating, sharp jaw, cold eyes but tonight, something about it looked different. Softer. I'm happy. I had been thinking about her… Andrea Williams. Or at least, that was the name she carried. The moment I bumped into her at the dinner party, my entire body froze like I’d seen a ghost. The wine splashing onto her gown, her eyes widening.

Was apologizing to Sienna my only option? The next moment, the doors to the venue opened, and a tall werewolf entered. The one that I had been waiting for was finally here!

I'm certain that things will turn for the better. We get to the big clearing that is the battleground and we run to meet our enemies, each side shouting loud chants, ready to kill or get killed. The clash of metal against metal fills the air as the two warring armies meet and exchange blows in a game of death. Cries of pain can be heard as fighters get hurt while others die in this sunny morning. I have paired against a strong looking woman with a sword. Looking at her, she's a rogue, old enough to be my mother. I have painted my face to conceal my identity and we go round in circles, each of us trying to establish the perfect striking position. “I know you.” She finally says, a smirk on her

She couldn’t feel the bottom of her feet anymore. “Humph! Be buried without a grave,” said Agatha, with her steady blue eyes. “Shit! She’s got me. I have fallen into her trap.” “I will make sure that all the souls you cheated in life comes back and visit you one last time before you meet Satan himself.” “NO! NO! NOOOOO!” “They will digged out your soul from where you leeched in the ground.” Then from behind Agatha, a group of shadows emerges. Restless souls were popping up from the ground. The victim’s souls were crawling and limping towards Elva. Faceless women with their skin missing were licking their fingers as they were itching for Elva.

I turned to the direction but it's dark, Some blue rays of light shine there at intervals, I was able to see some faces there, My eyes keep roaming until I found the person staring at me. The golden brown orbs, And devilish smirk belongs to no other person than Enea. He's here.

"Hey! Keep quiet before I slap you! It's a pity we are not paid to beat you." Kay went to meet the guy with the food, he added the substance that Bianca gave them to the food, and told his boy to come and feed me." I knew they wouldn't beat me, since it was not part of their deal with Bianca, so I spat on his face. In anger, he called his leader "Oga! This kele I will beat her" Kay rushed over to the scene, he asked the guy to step aside, and he fed me the part that there was no poison in. We kept up with the act for three days. On the third day, Kay told me you have to act like you are in pain and we will abandon you on the road. We must give a report back to the person that sent us, you kn

A sudden electricity passed through my body when I heard him sharpening his knife. It's him. "The scar face." I said and was met by an eerie silence. "Don't call me that.." He said, almost sounding pissed. He walked out of the darkness, showing himself. "My name is Sebastian." He said. Sebastian. Sebastian. This kind of a name definitely suits a Punk like him. "Why did you bring me here?" I seethed at him as I twisted my wrist in order to lose the ropes but it was of no use...I was just scratching my skin.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

Following that, Jace began describing the symptoms. By the time he was done, Gerald could feel his heart skip a beat. ‘…What? These… These symptoms… They’re definitely not symptoms of some kind of flu! These are the exact symptoms I had faced when I was suffering from the effects of Soul Eater! Symptoms that caused part of my blood and oxygen to be devoured! Rather than a disease, it’s an evil technique!’ Soul Eater was an evil technique that he had learned from the memories that had been implanted into him. He knew it quite well since he had been forced to use it a while back to escape. There just weren't any other better alternatives at the time.

Noah’s eyebrow twitched, and he pretended not to have heard Blackie’s cackling, “Alright, so what is this reactionary response? What happens when it is triggered?” “Ah, this reactionary response…” Blackie’s tone was rather nonchalant, “It’s what you’d call a soul cuddle.” Within seconds, Noah’s face crumpled into an expression that could only be described with the words ‘are you shitting me?!’ Blackie smirked knowingly, “Ah, but not just anyone can afford to cuddle with a soul of a worldborn! In most cases, your soul hug will figuratively choke the living daylights out of them.”