Soul Eater Lord Death Novels & Stories

Shaking his head, Lyceon tilted his head and pulled his bottom lip behind his teeth and it broke into a grin which screamed death. “You really tried to do a pup thing and you failed. Now now, let me do YOUR thing, deadmeat.” Lyceon rasped and the next thing happened his claws extended and He penetrated sharply and violently onto his victim's chest, Piercing through his flesh all the way into his heart and plucking the damn dead thing out of his system before tossing his mute and useless body away. Lyceon hummed looking at the blood dripping heart and turned to see the other mate while grinning and crushing it in his palm. The blood gushed out of his flesh filled fist.

“I know that, freedom is important to me. But death, is too far.” “You don’t even know this person, hundreds of people die every day because of the assassin guilds. Haven’t you noticed the lack of people on your adventures?” Lya rose from the bed, striding gently towards her friend, placing her cold palm onto her shoulder. “It’s not like people just disappear, your citizens kill them.”

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

We were a total of thirty-one assassins including the master - that's what he called himself - we were more than that in the beginning but with time, a lot gave up or were killed during operations and that's saying something about the rest of us that we were really good. My life was on a schedule that was directed by the master. He wasn't against relationships between mates as long as it didn't affect the job we were assigned to and that was why I allowed myself to become a close partner with Audrey. I wouldn't call us friends, I was reputed to be a cold-hearted being with no emotions so how could I have friends? I cared for her and she was the only thing I allowed myself to indulge on till

He still had yet to even glance in her direction and she wasn’t sure where they were going but she was curious about the answer to her question. “Well Edward is the god of charm. Brayden is the god of elevators. What kind of god are you?” Meredith tilted her head then made a strange face. “Interesting…don’t vomit in my car, please.” He said after she made a face even though he didn’t look in her direction. Apparently he was watching her from his peripheral vision. Still, everything he said seemed to be flat and serious with a hint of disinterest. “I won’t. I promise. It’s a nice car.”

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

And like her every day in that realm, she'd always be greeted by the Azul's cold gaze. Azul Refirtaum was known as the Lord of Shadows when he was still free. He was the longest living Conqueror of the Dead. According to the chieftain who took care of her since the day she woke up from a long time coma, Azul was the strongest and most intelligent among all the Lord of Shadows that conquered the dead. He was also a kind, sympathetic and loving person that is why a lot of people idolizes him and believes in him.

After all, now that they had passed on in peace, they wouldn’t end up turning into evil spirits… Either way, now that they were gone, Gerald drew the Astrabyss Sword before starting to mutter some odd incantations… The spell Gerald was chanting was known as Soul Eater, and casting it enabled him to completely exterminate villainous spirits. As Gerald had earlier said, any spirits caught within the punishing spell wouldn’t be able to be reincarnated… While Gerald rarely used the spell, he knew he had to use it on the dead Soul Hunters. After all, they deserved this punishment, and Gerald wasn’t about to let them die in peace and escape judgment.

From the indigo-black silk wrapping the sarcophagus, a figure manifested. He did not walk; he Unspooled. He was a being of Silver-Grey Static and Liquid Despair, his face a shifting blur of every "Prophet" who had ever lied in the name of the goddess. He held a Sickle of Drowned Starlight, its blade etched with the extraction-rates of every cycle since the First Day. It was the Lord of the Shroud, the High Council’s final butcher.