Soul Eater Faces Novels & Stories

The Divine Farmer's expression turned solemn when he finished checking their pulse. "Senior, is there any way to remove the Soul-devouring Bloodworms from their bodies?" Darryl asked with hopeful anticipation. The Divine Farmer was the Medicine Ancestor, so if he could not cure them, then no one could. All eyes fell on the Divine Farmer in an instant.

Someone like him would only be crushed if his opponent was Emperor Sylvio. Meanwhile, the Soul Devourers were the humans’ mortal enemies. They ate human souls so physical attacks would not work on them. Only an attack on the soul would hurt them. Even though the Soul Devourers were small in number, they were harder to deal with than the Robotias.

Like a thousand whispers, gnawing, slithering through marrow. The Souleaters appeared. Monstrous things, translucent and crawling, faceless mouths opening wide to suck the very essence from their victims. Lucian roared, lightning bursting from his palms, lashing through one. It shrieked—but didn’t die. "They don’t bleed!" someone shouted. A soldier. His voice broke. "They don’t have anything to bleed!" Another Souleater lunged. Lucian struck again. And again. But there were too many. A claw scraped his side. Cold invaded his bones. Memory flickered. He forgot his own name.

Dogs had to be taught who the owners were, and she sent Liu Feng a message to thank him for the brilliant acting. From left to right, excluding Killian, the guild members introduced themselves. “Rank #92. My mafia name is “Faceless”. My ability is the ultimate disguise. I don’t have a fixed face after a horrible accident.” Many gasps filled the room when “Faceless” removed his skin mask, revealing nothing but a horrible sight of exposed bones and muscles. Zen felt sick, and Sasha pitied him. While this was a gruesome sight even for those in the mafia, it wasn’t uncommon.

When they looked at his face again, they were shocked at a glance. Phaseless’ facial appearance changed abruptly. He was still an old man before, but now he had turned into a young man with an extremely familiar face... Wasn’t that the man’s face in the mass grave behind the mine’s wall earlier? Hence, it turned out that the Phaseless Dweller was also a Puppet Immortal.

You’ve got that right, she thought to herself. Piper moved, readjusting on her feet, and Ru continued to scroll down the page. One of the pictures caught her eye, and she stopped. The face she was looking at was male, but he was lovely—perhaps the most symmetrical she’d ever seen, with soft eyes and full lips. There was a haunted look behind his eyes, a sadness, and even though it was just a charcoal drawing, Ru couldn’t help but wonder if the artist had actually seen this face before; it looked so real. She began to read below the drawing. “Thanatos, Death incarnate. One of many demons who walk the Earth searching for souls to collect. Otherwise known as The Grim Reaper. There are many who

“The final seal has shattered. The Void walks again.” Scene 2: The Arrival of the God-Eater The clearing around them split. A deep fissure tore through the ground, releasing a foul stench like rotting dreams. Out from the chasm crawled creatures of pure shadow—limbs too long, eyes like hollow pits, mouths filled with smoke and teeth made of silence. Echoes. Iris tightened her grip on the blade. “They’re not real,” Aiden growled. “They are,” the boy corrected. “But they have no soul. Only hunger.”

Often very attractive with yellow eyes but need to be constantly on the go, kind of like puppies. Then there’s vampires. Pale, elegant, weirdly posh, intelligent, bloodsuckers. And who can forget high elves? Tall, beautiful, clear eyes, long lives, connections to nature, natural leaders. Self important bastards to be honest. Like most fairies, I’m on the short side with pointed ears and colourful hair. Mine’s purple actually. But otherwise, I look like my older brother, Russell, and my mother. Slender, pale, grey eyes. Russell’s just me with dark hair and a growth spurt. Normals don’t really have a “look” but if you look at my dad, a middle aged balding white man, you’d say he’s normal looki

Gami cast a spell across the room, then sat down on her bed. "I will let you go now," he said. "Huh? What do you mean?" Claire said with wide eyes. Claire was surprised when Gami removed her hood. That was the first time he could see the full face of the soul reaper. He had a small beautiful face. Cold-dark eyes accentuated with long eyelashes. Pointed cute nose. Pale smooth skin and of course, its narrow and red lips. All in all, Gami is very handsome. His face is gentle but not the eyes. Good and evil argue in his aura. And Claire couldn't understand why after a long time they were together, Gami showed his face only now.

like flies. Thousands upon thousands of fat, mutant, yellow flies. “Join us,” he buzzed with a chorus of voices, “accept His Blessing. Be remade in His Image. Join in Communion with us.” I stared at him, mouth hanging open. His eyes glowed a yellow twice as bright as his suit. His teeth glimmered a sickly, unnatural yellow. His face sagged, the flesh loose around the eyes and mouth, like an ill-fitting rubber mask that no longer held the shape of a human face. A nauseating thought bubbled up in my head: If I were to pull off the man in yellow’s face . . . what would I see, underneath?