Soul Eater Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“We’ll form a soul bond. Our souls will be connected. I’ll hear every single thing going on in that sweet head of yours… and you’ll hear every filthy thought I have about you.” A twisted smile curves his lips. “That’s what’s going to happen.” His words, what he’s about to do, settle deep in my head, ringing over and over like a blaring siren. Soul bond? Soul... Hell fucking no. He didn’t… he wouldn’t… Then again… this is Cael. He would do anything to satisfy his twisted, selfish desires. I wriggle against him again, fighting with everything I have. “Fuck you,” I spit right in his face.

It just wouldn't make sense for Colette to still pretend to be me if she were to wish for his speedy recovery at the chapel since it was a private moment and nobody knew about her identity there anyway. So, the person who wrote these wishes had to have been the real Winter Brooke. "Winter…" Finnegan's eyes were deep like the abyss as he sprawled out over my body. I instinctively moved closer to Hal. I thought that Finnegan was going to start interrogating and blaming me for something I never did again. Hal quit his mobile game and handed me his phone. I quickly typed my message in it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry! I'm sorry that it had all been a one-sided thing all along. I promi

Thorne nodded, a tear slipping from his eye for the first time. “I tracked it for years. Found that the shadow consumes souls and grows patient in silence. It has no heart to feel pain. Only hunger. Souls filled with love and pain feed it best.” Ethan’s quiet rage showed as his fist tightened on the wheel. “We end the hunger. We save the souls.” Sable placed her hand gently on Ethan’s thigh, offering comfort through their new mate bond. “Love is strong. Alliance grief is fuel.” That night, we camped under sharp, icy stars. The fire was small, its warmth faint.

It just looks so cool! Seoul Ruxcielle Vincent, she's literally an anime lover and a die-hard fan of K-Pop. She's practically a walking otaku though she doesn't want to admit it. Anyway, Seoul is two years older than me and she's part of the National Swim Team. Seoul was Ezra or Erza's lover, until he passed away.

“Even then… you will still have to choose between… killing the vile monster so that your soul… may return to the afterlife in peace… or be trapped in the world… knowing you’ve helped him… conquered the innocent.” “I liked you better when you were alive.” Marcel glared at her brother in annoyance, knowing he was right. This was her fate no matter when it would come to an end… it had to be fulfilled. “Remember… if you fail… next year….” Mike teased in a faint voice… his shadowy figure dulling by the second… but this time he knew it was different from before. “You’re so annoying; can’t you just stay one place? I can hardly see you.” The girl rolled her chestnut brown eyes simply forgetting the

"I remember nothing from my previous life but I happen to know that this was my home at a certain point in my life, you are my soul mate and to recover both my memories and my body, intimacy with you is needed so, marry me." Geneva recoiled instantly with all her might. Someone give her a bucket, toilet, anything. She wanted to vomit blood. She made a wailing sound from her throat. It sounded like a laugh and at the same time, a cry. This sound could scare even a ghost but luckily, this ghost seemed to be more rigid than a wall. She thinks: Am I supposed to be happy that I at least got a modest ghost who wants marriage before intimacy. One who thinks marriage before intimacy with it makes it

Fighting it, I watch as she touches a woman’s shoulder in front of me and the older woman turns to her before asking, “Do I know you?” The Soul Eater shakes her head no, and then caresses the woman’s cheek before leaning closer to kiss her mouth. The minute she kisses her, I sense something strange has happened. When she walks casually off, the woman is left standing there staring after her and then she falls to the ground.

I smirk, folding my hands over my chest in amusement. "Now now… Elora is waiting to see her dear sister. We should not keep her waiting, now, should we? So don't move, Elena dear. I won't be long. Let me just go and give her a warm welcome!" I say as I walk out and see Santiago sipping the last of Zoraya's soul. He had sucked her dry. So much that her eyes dried up, and her skin shriveled like a lady past a hundred years. I smiled, looking at him proudly.

They didn't burn; they tightened. "You think you can consume this light?" Sofia stepped toward the creature, her silver hair whipping around her face as if caught in a localized storm. "This light isn't a battery. It’s a soul. And it doesn't belong to your mother anymore." She slammed her palms together. The sapphire vines constricted with a sickening crunch of bone and crystalline marrow. The Sun-Eater’s orange core flickered and then shattered, spraying a rain of harmless, cooling sparks across the atrium. Sofia didn't stop to catch her breath. She could feel the vibration of dozens more outside, their heat signatures like burning needles against her sensitive skin.