Soul Eater Faces Novels & Stories

At least his various different faces smiled. "So, you can't recognize me?" He said as though with a pout. I was scared, of a truth. But also intrigued. So, this is The Destroyer, the one with a million faces. I mused inwardly. "I presume you're The Destroyer, right?" I said trying to steady my shaking voice. "You presume?" He asked in a low dangerous tone, I could feel the hair on my arm stand on end, as the aura of The Destroyer choked me. This was a being not to be played with. At all.

His eyes widened for a moment before, with a popping sound so silent only Hera was able to hear, he disappeared in a flight of smoke, drifting with the chilling wind. “They weren’t,” she swallowed hard, pursing her lips, “real.” “What do you mean?” said Sheels urgently, peering at the chaos reigning between Hera’s controlled warriors and the enemy. “I have my suspicions. I wanted to confirm it, so I lifted my thread and attached it to the new faces, but there wasn’t any life force in them. They’re like living corpses and in the pressure of my thread, they just popped.” Perry moved forward, just enough to still be inside Sheels’s barrier. “How do you know their faces. I can’t even see clearly

“How can we use that to our advantage?” “It will be difficult,” another of the Souled, a large man she thought she’d heard someone calling Lou earlier, said. He was even more imposing a character than Adrian, and that was saying something. With a bald head and one small hoop earring, he had a face that also looked like it had been chiseled out of rock, except for the pock mark scars. “Even if they do not wish to help that woman, they will not fold so easily.” Jo almost asked what the point in having that information was, but she didn’t. They might tell her other things, things she might actually find useful.

"I'm a disciple of the Soul Devourer Sect, here to claim your life and offer your head as a tribute to our master." The Soul Devourer Sect? Chase's mind reeled. Was this another sinister force from the nether realm? He had not expected to attract the attention of such an evil group. "Since you've come seeking death, I'll oblige you," Chase said coldly as he drew his sword. The blade glimmered with energy as he stepped forward. A burst of fierce sword energy erupted in an instant, tearing through the air toward the cloaked man. "Trivial tricks," the man sneered, summoning a dense black fog that coalesced into a grotesque ghostly face. The face intercepted Chase's sword energy, scattering it i

He touched the gate, and it opened, revealing a circular chamber that was surrounded by mirror water, which was strangely still. Suddenly, a figure rose from the center. It was not an enemy, neither was it a friend. Lucas stared at his soul. Untainted, and glowing faintly with the humanity he once had. Lucas stepped forward, but a massive half-submerged entity emerged. It had no face; only rows of mouths that spoke in the voices of everyone in his life. Lucas stared in awe. He couldn't believe that he was face to face with the devourer, which had only been a fairy tale, told to keep young demons in check.

But I would be defenseless. Suddenly, a massive explosion rocked the temple. The ceiling cracked, and a giant, skeletal hand—the size of a house—smashed through the rock. The Soul-Eater had found us. White fire began to pour into the cave, burning the ancient carvings. My ghost army rushed forward, throwing themselves at the giant hand, but they were being flicked away like dust. "Kaima! Do it now!" Rowan yelled, dodging a falling boulder. I looked at the Altar. I looked at the monster above us. And then, I looked at the shadow standing in the corner of the cave.

Claire made a face. “I hated that.” “Seconded,” Rowan said. The creature’s face shifted. Ronan. Corwin. Garrick. A woman Mason didn’t recognize. A child. An old man. Faces passing across it like reflections on disturbed water. Then Mason. It stopped there. His own face stared back at him. Same eyes. Same beard. Same scar near his jaw. Even the same exhausted expression. Rowan glanced between them. “Oh, absolutely not.” Mason tightened his grip on Bramble’s hand.

I made my way to the chairs, just in time to see him appear. He was in rough shape. His face was swollen, scratches almost healed, and he had a bust lip. The worried line on his face disappeared when he saw me. Lying on his shoulder, I enjoyed his spearmint scent. He caressed my cheek, and my favorite tingles erupted. The joyful smile on his face disappeared when Selene interrupted our sentimental moment. The fear radiating off of him, the rapid increase of his heart beating, and the fast-talking. Seeing Selene again, it registered one thing to him: that he was dead.

The one that tried to reach. Likaya levels her sword and inches it closer towards the mass moving it with her blade. “Kahhhh” The voice was coming from behind the table. She moves closer to the direction of the sound, keeping her sword ready. Then she saw it, under the grotesque infection of pulsing spores and black dirt was the face of a man. His dead eyes were locked onto hers. “Akath!” she screamed, drawing the attention of her Lieutenant. “Mam?” Froster approached her, his eyes turned pale as he saw the man’s face.

Rivers of fire stretched toward the horizon. Black towers rose from oceans of plasma. Above them floated billions of symbols. Subject One appeared beside her. “Welcome to hell.” Elena stared ahead. “Where is she?” A voice answered. “HERE.” The fire disappeared. Mother Zero stood before them. She no longer wore the face of the woman in white. She had Elena's face. Then Lucas's. Then Adrian's. Then Subject One's. Thousands of faces changed across her features. “YOU FOLLOWED ME.” Elena stepped forward.