Soul Eater Professor Stein Novels & Stories

“You’re the screamer.” Great. “I’m Lira. Shadow fae. You?” “Seraphina. Human—I think.” She snorted. “Not with that power surge you pulled earlier.” I opened my mouth to ask more, but then the room fell silent. The professor had entered. He looked normal—clean-cut, gray suit, salt-and-pepper hair. Except for one thing. He made no sound. His footsteps were silent. Not even a whisper on the marble. It was as if the air had carried him.

“How’s the new professor?” I groaned and rubbed my temples. “Awful so far. Professor Stevens is old, stuffy, and a complete stickler for the rules. Her lectures are long and boring, and I swear she’s trying to kill her students with work.” “That bad, huh?” Tina winced sympathetically as she took a bite of her chicken salad sandwich.

" He was sitting here, why did he leave behind?' Faith asks. "Cause he wants to, I don't know," He refuses to explain. "I am not a bad guy, " he said. " I ..... I didn't say you are a bad guy," Faith said. " Why do you seem so confused?" He asks. " Welcome Ms. Blake," the professor said and she abruptly stand up. " Wow relax," Steve said. " Can you give us your little into? " The professor said. " My name is Faith.... Faith Anderson," she let out.

Professor Huckleberry frowned as he took a step back and adjusted his posture. He was not naïve. The killing intent radiating from the male beastman was strong, and even though he was merely a 4 Star Beastman, Professor Huckleberry was not going to take him lightly. After all, not only was the professor older with slightly dampened senses (due to his old age of course), he was dealing with a Beastman here. He may be called Ogre’s 7th Sword, but he was not arrogant enough to disregard a Beastman’s power. Even Ogre’s 1st Sword, the strongest individual behind Ogre, would not dare to slight a beastman, regardless of her strength.

I can see each muscle as she flexes, her calves high and tight as she balances on her four-inch heels. Just as I am sure one more step will make me fall over dead, the professor makes one last turn before stopping before a solid wood door. On a brass placard placed at about eye level, the word with the name 'Dr. Delilah M Davis is engraved. The number 225 is listed just above it with smaller, matching bras. Pulling a key from an inner jacket pocket, she jams it into the lock, twists, and with a quiet little click it swings open. Without saying a word, Professor Davis disappears inside.

Jack pats her shoulder, his face twisted in fake concern. I should feel something sympathy, worry but all I can think is: Now who’s going to tell me my art is empty? The dean gestures to the stranger beside her. "This is Mr. Laurent. He’ll be your substitute instructor for the remainder of the semester." And that’s when I finally look at him. Jerome Laurent is not what I expected. Young too young to be a professor, maybe late twenties with tousled dark hair and a sharp jaw shadowed by stubble. He’s dressed in all black: fitted slacks, a rolled sleeve button down, boots that look like they’ve seen more than just a classroom.

Those hands that guided me to submission as I took him in, the whole of him. Oh, not again! I blinked, trying to focus. This is Stephan, your step-uncle and a professor at your school. Nothing more! The voice in my head was so loud, I feared others in the room could hear it. I slowly moved my hand to take his, trying as much as possible to avoid eye contact. “Imani…” he half called, half groaned my name, “it's nice to meet you again,” he said as I raised my head.

“If you can't help me. Should I ask another of the veteran members if he knows him? "Close the door," Theodria indicated irritably. Viktor obeyed. “I don't know this Sed, but I remember that two years ago we had a student here named Sederit. Sederit Hischer. It was an uncomfortable problem for the school. It's not something I like to talk about. " Viktor chose the next words carefully. "He says that a Professor has taken his soul." Now the apprentice saw the color visibly leave the headmaster's face.

His expression was unreadable, his presence just as steady, just as controlled as I remembered. What was he doing here? The thought hit hard, pulling everything from the night before back to the surface. I opened my mouth, unsure what I was about to say, unsure what he wanted, unsure of anything. Sandy blinked, then straightened quickly, smoothing her clothes as her expression shifted. “Good morning, Professor Green.” Everything inside me stilled. Professor Green. The name echoed in my head, heavy with everything it carried. The man everyone feared. The one no one crossed.

Apart from his eight tentacles in the place of arms, everything else was almost the same as that of a human. There was no hair on the professor’s head either. “Professor, a human was brought here by your vortex current, so we captured him and brought him here.” Philip was surprised at the sight of the professor. Philip thought, ‘Is this guy really a professor? Just look at that fit body and solid muscles.’ The professor’s black eyes were surprisingly deep and profound too. Moreover, his level was not low, actually reaching nine stars. When he saw Philip, the professor coughed lightly and said, “I haven’t seen a human for many years. Where are you from?” the professor asked.