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Ding Hao pointed to Evil Moon and continued, "I forgot to tell you that it likes devouring the soul the most. If you die devoured by it, you will disappear forever." Evil Moon complemented Ding Hao by making an extremely vicious gesture. It looked as if it was pretending to be cute. The assassin's body trembled. For an expert, the destruction of the soul was the most terrible thing. It would imply one could never resurrect oneself again, since the soul and body were completely annihilated. During his fight with Evil Moon just now, he had been scared stiff by this cute-looking fat cat.

Map Of The Soul . Written by Authoress Kamara . Chapter 5: His Fear . Kai’s head rested in his hand, propping it up by his chin as he struggled to stay attentive during the lecture. The professor, a short, old man with a talent for sounding incredibly boring, was talking on about something-Kai barely took in a word of what he was saying. His eyelids felt leaden, threatening to close and swallow him in a much needed sleep. The issues with his soulmate has been plaguing him for weeks now and it was infuriating; he was kept awake at night thinking about it focusing on the now constant presence in the back of his mind.

''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

Oh my beloved, now I can trust that admiration is not a mirage. Thanks for giving me the sight of God's most beautiful creation. Which retainer needs to attend a crusade if they get your accommodation. My colorless life is now fully colored, more than the rainbow. The meaningless soul is expected to be this divine soul's shadow. After being feast on those eyes, my existence is triumphant now. Realm of beauty, I want to present myself to you as a bestow. <><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul'

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”

They were beautiful, but it would be more beautiful if Syne appeared. Unfortunately, she wasn't the one who appeared. "I don't think Syne loved butterflies," The voice added, still not showing his face. "Who is he?" I asked Fermine. "You told us Syne loved butterflies!" Via added. "Are you kidding us?" "I think it's more of Uriel since he usually turned the souls into butterflies before they reincarnate," The voice explained. His voice is baritone and I can say it is full of sarcasm. "Who are you?" Via pulled out his knife even though I knew we were nothing against them. "Where is my brother?"

He was 100 years older than him and although they could live close to 1500 years, he was not sure of finding his soul mate. Another growl from his beta caught his attention. All the chiseled muscles of his body were drawn painfully against the skin. His long blonde hair fell in a wild and furious cascade down his back and face. Drops of blood came from the small self-inflicted wounds on his lip. The open mouth releasing every last ounce of breath and the harshly closed eyes made the alpha uneasy.

I put aside the tingling feeling in my body, which I got at the thought of my spleen being displayed on the wall as if it was at an auction. 10 $ ! Going once ! Going twice ! Oops , no one decided to buy it, the victim died for nothing. I cringe internally at the mental picture. “I don’t know what you mean by ‘command’ and I’m not entirely sure what you mean by dimensional portal.” For all I know, it could be ghetto talk. “Take a wild guess.” He drawls out, waving his hand in front of my face. I gulp as I see the fingernails being sliced through by claws. I hadn’t imagined it. It was real.

"Hand!" As Hande's attention was diverted by her name being called, she turned to Seza. His face was red again, and he had some news for sure. While looking at Seza, behind him was someone who didn't know what he had come for. He is someone who is not interested in the works and is bored in every way. Kerem Karahan! When she looked at this man, her bored inside was in contrast to her previous feelings. He turned his attention to her as Seza excitedly approached him. "Ay Hande. Am I dead? Put your hand on my heart."

He meant to grab a shirt to put on her so Edward could do a proper exam, however, he wasn't expecting the sight that lay before him. He hadn't noticed it in the car because it was too dark, but now in his illuminated bedroom he easily took in all the white and black marks marring Summer's porcelain skin. On her right arm lay a tattoo of a Serpent that wrapped its way around her forearm and up along her bicep with its head ending just above her collarbone. Littered around the tattoo were white scars that looked to be from something cutting her delicate skin again and again. Her other arm that didn't have any tattoos covering it sported the same scars.