Soul Eater Lord Death Novels & Stories

Her Soul. So, let's see how these girls go through the ups and downs of their life. How will the circumstances lead to their future? What will be the destiny of their set by the universe? And will their souls be able to be together? Or something else is waiting for them.......... Prologue __________________________________________ You are my SOUL __________________________________________ Love, You are my light of hope and rays of blessing. Baby, You are my morning glory and evening bliss. There is no word enough existed to express my feelings,

It’s been so long since I’ve been around him, so a lot of his mannerisms have escaped my mind. “Refresh my memory…” “Stace, a King from another realm. He has powers, and claims he can take away Luella’s abilities without killing her,” Death explains over her shoulder, sounding awfully reluctant on the not killing part. “And in return, she is out of my life, and hopefully I will have a good relationship with this very powerful man.” I don’t have a chance to respond, as we walk into her impressive foyer, the light from outside flooding the polished stone flooring and ivory walls. With one brief gesture, Death has two men by the door pull it open, revealing a man who stands beyond it, hands sho

He pointed at the map, his finger thunking against the pool table. “Eliza Wrath?” Jo repeated. The thought had crossed her mind, a long time ago, before she was put in charge of this mess. It was not a move her dad was likely to make if he were here and in charge. No one trusted Eliza before she’d made the decision to leave LIGHTS for her own personal reasons. Now that she was married to a Vamp, even if Lucas was different than most of the others, they trusted her even less. He was Souled, which meant when he’d been turned, he hadn’t become some demonic version of himself. Instead, he was essentially the same person as he was before. He just needed blood to survive. Most Souled Vampires had

-Dylan- he heard his alpha call him -ask Louva to come up- The wolf took the position of soldier accepting a mission and disappeared in a few seconds down the stairs. Sergei watched his friend and although he was happy, he was envious. Not because he was now in delicious agony but because he had found his mate. 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.

The way Saiva said that in a low tone got them thinking it must be serious! "Your next goal is to gather the seven orbs. It will not be as easy as rescuing wolves. Even trying to steal one of the orb might kill all of you. And you know death is a restart button or it might be game over. The Angel of Death is mischievous, and if we put this like a game, he is the worst enemy-- the game maker." "If he is the game maker then how will we achieve this? He is too powerful for us and worse he would just crush this world!"

Handing the weapon back to Reggie who stood staring wide eyed Summer kept her gaze fixed on the now dead man whose blood was steadily pooling around him. "Ruthless." Reggie muttered as an appreciative smile began to spread across his face. "Hm?" Summer asked tearing her gaze from the man. "Is that guy that important to you?" Reggie asked. "I know how much you dislike killing, but you didn't hesitate to kill that man. "Yeah, I guess you could say that." Summer admitted smiling. Even though she had said yes, what Asher was to her was so much more than important, he was her light in the world of darkness she had always lived in.

He smiles bowing in return as he tilted his head slowly and slightly unto the side, introducing his name. “Death God who plays with life and death roams my world with my scythe in two. I took the deal and this is my game, tell me your desire as I’ll be happy to gift it unto you. The name’s Arius.” Befitting his name and the mark of his life and what he is showing unto her. Winona knows deeper and more as she can see that the reaper in front of her is one of the shard soul and existence of the original ‘him’, and is very well living the life opposite to his equivalent, yet is ringing the eeriness and dread she could not shove away. She smiles as she speaks.

Layla's fans sang her praises, saying that she was kind, beautiful, and the best sister in the world. It was raining on the day they cremated my remains. Layla carried the urn containing my ashes and pretended to shed a few tears. I moved toward her. Then, I tried to punch and kick Layla to try and get her hands off me. It was so revolting. Everything about this world sickened me. I dropped to the ground after having exhausted myself. Then, I watched as they put me inside a small box. The words, "Our dearest daughter, Hazel Larson", could be seen on the rectangular tombstone. How ironic.

The Crown of The Dead, made out of the bones of his ancestors, sat heavily upon his spider-silk hair, the gray ash of his skin making his eyes into a stormy abyss. The sky darkened outside my curtains, and I knew it was his displeasure that made it so. Here was not my godfather but Lord Ingálvur Nam-Tar of the In-Between, Drow Lord of the Dead and Dying, One of the Six Swords of The Court of Moon and Shadow, and Sacred Culler of the Mortal Realm From Infinite Death's Corridor. And he was not to be fucked with.

I didn’t imagine the voice. It was as clear as day, as loud as if she were standing right next to me. And even though my mind is doubting it, my heart knows for a fact that it was her. Except she’s dead. …Right? Or is she “dead” in the same way Headmaster Stroud suspects my father is dead? Meaning, alive somewhere. “Come on,” Alec whispers. He leads the way out of the bush, and we peek around the pool house’s corner. The coast is clear.