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It looked at the duo with his beady eyes, and they looked at it directly, before it could start its soul devour they slashed it apart with mind blades, and a weak ember dropped to the snow. "You have it, you need the health," said Kevin, David smiled and patted the dog's head, he saw it was about to bite him but refrained because David's body was falling apart. "Thank you." -Soul devour- David consumed the ember without problems and felt his spiritual force increasing again. [Ghost consumed] [+25 XP] [spiritual force]: 26 (+2) Then, a second screen appeared after the first. [You have leveled up!] [Lv 1 --> Lv2]

It opened, and I went in. The master bedroom layout was still exactly the same as it was before. Even the color of the sheets was exactly the same as when I went to the hospital to give birth five years ago. The only difference was that there were several notebook diaries on the bedside table, and they were all locked. It seemed that Austin had gotten into a habit of locking up everything important to him over the past few years. I picked up one of the diaries and looked at it. Some of the pages in the diary looked like they had been soaked because they were quite horribly wrinkled.

And he couldn’t shake the feeling that he had met her before. --- The tension in the air was thick as Kael sat in the royal war library, surrounded by ancient scrolls. He flipped through them, desperately searching for answers, but all he found were warnings. The Soul-Oath was a dangerous thing. It amplified memories, heightened emotions, and bound the souls of those who shared it. He didn’t care about the warnings. He needed to understand why he kept dreaming of her, why her name felt so familiar. Selene. The door creaked open, and Captain Lynox stepped inside, his expression unreadable.

“Thanks.” I went off to where we kept our hell hounds down south of here. They were usually the ones who retrieved souls from those who made contracts with demons. Just like Ezra assumed, Elias was petting one of the hounds and feeding him human flesh. “Zepher. Why are you here?” Elias was always straightforward. “I’m in search of two souls; they were ancient vampires.” I told him. “Hmm.” He hummed. I took that to mean he knew where they were.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

Deino, Pemphredo, and Enyo were bouncing sentences off each other. “It's nice to see you again, Serenity. I can sense a powerful aura from your body now. You are ready for the next phase of your quest.” Enyo greeted me. Deino flicked her wrist, and I was by their side. She held out a spoon filled with bubbly liquid and reached towards my mouth. The stench radiated off of it, making my eyes water and my stomach turn. Rolling my lips inward and biting down. I did not want what was boiling in their travel-size cauldron.

“The doctor did a great job, didn’t he?” Valerie looked at her reflection in the mirror on the wall, her fingers gently tracing over her new features. She did not recognize the stranger who stared back. Her old face, her old life, was all gone now, replaced by someone new and better. Valerie had been reborn. Not just by looks that were strikingly beautiful, but even her soul had shifted. It hungered only for vengeance and she would be sure to get it. “I can hardly believe that the person in my reflection is me,” she muttered, turning to face Juan.

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.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

The cancer cells were devouring my life, and those drugs were accelerating the process. Later, I began sorting through my closet. Those expensive dresses, jewelry, and handbags would all belong to Yvonne soon. "You have 72 hours left," I whispered to my pale reflection in the mirror. "Kathleen, for these last three days, let them remember a perfect version of you." I knew the truth would come out eventually. Everything after my death had already been arranged, and the evidence I gathered would expose who Yvonne really was. I knew they would regret it all, but I would already be gone by then. That would be my revenge.