Soul Eater Human Soul Novels & Stories

Kyra pushed her watch against her wrist and scrutinized the thing in front of them. Kyra said, "Soul Eater." "Does this creature consume its victim's soul? "Cael asked. Kyra swung her dual-bladed dagger at the soul eater, who dodged her assault with ease. The creature dashed towards Damon, flailing its long claws. Damon gasped in pain as the creature's claws struck his back. "Aahhhhhh! "Damon screamed. Damon's hands emitted a more excellent fire than previously. Cael swung his boomerang dagger towards the soul eater's body, which slammed into him.

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe

"They know every account, every shell corp, every dirty little secret I've ever buried…" They had been mentally, psychically violated. The new hunter was an entity codenamed the "Soul-Eater," a non-corporeal mind-thief who could steal and consume memories as easily as a common pickpocket lifts a wallet. Its goal was brutally clear: extract the location of the Obsidian Lab and the nature of Jack’s debilitating curse from the minds of his inner circle. "We can't track it," Aaliyah said, her voice laced with a despairing frustration. "There's no energy signature, no physical presence, nothing to lock onto. It's a ghost in the machine of the mind."

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

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?

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.

“The disturbance registered from the same quadrant where she was last held.” The air grew heavy — a palpable tension pressing against every word. Veyra turned from the railing, her cloak whispering against the floor. “You’re suggesting that a human just breached the boundary between mortal and immortal realms?” Myr bowed his head slightly. “Not merely human, Councilor. She carries the binding mark. That makes her Soulbound.” A low murmur rippled through the Council — disbelief mingled with a fear none of them wanted to name. “The Soulbound line was erased ages ago,” Soreth said, his tone dangerously quiet. “The last bearer was purged at the dawn of the Reaper Wars.”

(Sasu) He was the first to shouts, his rifle were aimed straight at the target. “...Are you the Lich?…”. I hold my hand at Sasu and Alehandro, signalling them to wait and then I looked straight at the man who standing on the edge of the stair with his hand behind his back. The man looked just like a any normal human being, but one thing peculiar about him is that, the presence of a living soul and warmth does not exist around him.

I sold mine for love, and so I have become what I gave up: I am a soul eater. I feel it enter me, touch me inside, fill me with light and wonder and goodness. I consume it as it consumes me... and then it is gone. I used to feel rage afterwards, to feel that kind of thing for only a moment and have it taken away seemed highly unfair but as time went by and I saw what humans have become, perhaps its just as well I don't have one anymore. Maybe in some strange way I am doing humans a favor. I don't know anymore. I don't care anymore. But it does dull the emptiness for a short time.

“I mean, because of my brother, the afterlife was in chaos? And, why? Syne didn’t collect his soul? Wait, he didn’t even die. What’s to collect? How did he ruin the afterlife?” “Your brother was once a human. You were once a human when your parents sealed your blood and gave you to the human world. Syne gave her blood to your human brother instead of letting him die for me to pass his sentence,” he explained. "Your soul's brother ruined the afterlife, so until that soul passes here…" he pointed out to the people in line. They looked so tired, like they’ve been waiting for a thousand years. They cannot hear us and cannot even see us. They stood there wondering though they never left their pla