Soul Eater Professor Stein Novels & Stories

I was trembling from head to foot as I scrambled off the desk and turned to face the angry professor. Professor Calix Eleftherios was here! In person! I was dead! I was officially dead! Calix Eleftherios was even more handsome than I remembered in a navy blue turtle-neck sweater and a pair of stone-wash jeans. He was also angrier than I had ever seen him. His teeth was grinding quietly together as he stared at me in silence. I was shaking so badly I was afraid my knees wouldn’t support me for much longer. I had always prided myself on being fearless— and I was — but today every last courage had deserted me as I waited for the professor to say something.

His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now. "It's an artificial spirit prototype made by yours truly, the great Professor-Inventor Zen Xiu, 'cha know?," the professor said with a sly smirk on his face. The young student was amazed and filled with awe, his eyes wide with interest, but was instantly replaced by ripples of worry, leaving his face creased with apprehension. "You're creating something that will most likely provoke some of the Elder Council again...," the young man replied with a worried look on his face.

My heart hurts for him as he rambles on. “Professor, I’m in love with someone else.” “No, you can’t be; we were meant to be. You like Earl grey tea, and you’re the only woman who laughs at my ridiculous jokes.” “Professor, I’m...” I try to ease him off me, but he grabs my face and turns my head towards him before kissing my lips. The next second, Zayne pulls him off me, punches him in the face, and grabs him by the collar. “Zayne, no!!” I shout as Professor Stewart rolls on the ground. I run over to him as he clutches his jaw. Shit! I look up at Zayne.

“At least I get fucked properly. You’re still chasing a man who barely looks at you.” Professor Harlan muttered something panicked about his wife and tenure before bolting past me, nearly tripping over his own feet. I felt bile rise in my throat. The sight of his glistening, cum-covered cock, the smell of sex in the air was revolting. Especially knowing Sophia had done it so casually. “You’re disgusting,” I said quietly, voice steady despite the nausea. “Both of you, how can you even be fucking with a professor because of grades atleast I've dignity not to be spreading for some Fs because I know you're definitely getting that”.

“Sure. Most everyone has.” “Ever see the guy working there with the limp? Medium height, skinny, longish hair, narrow face with deep-set eyes? And I mean serious limp. Both feet are pointed inward.” I sit back and think for a moment. Sure enough, a vague mental image forms. “Think so. He wears a lot of those classic eighties and nineties rock’n roll T-shirts, right? Metallica, Judas Priest, Motley Crue, L. A. Guns?” Father Ward nods. “That’s him. He came to All Saints last night. At least, I’m nearly certain it was him, based on the story he told me. As for that . . . ”

After a while, Professor Brian returned, and tell me why he chose to return in only his pair of gray sweatpants? Staring at his bare chest made my breathing rate spike up. I ran a detailed scan of his well-defined 8-pack abs, taking in the live view of his whole torso. He looked like a Greek god. “I was going to ask if you were okay with me being shirtless, but you look like you want to eat me up, so I'll assume you don't mind." He chuckled. I blinked multiple times, struggling to find my words. "I…uh…no. I mean ..'

He was her teacher from the seminary from two days prior. "Close your mouth, Charlene. That’s becoming a bad habit," ReNew giggled. Charlene extended her hand. "I wasn’t expecting to see someone out here in the forest." She shook the tall, handsome man’s hand. "Greetings again, daughter of Seth. My name is Epistata, but everyone calls me Professor E. My nickname was given to me by your father so many moons ago." Professor E and Seth bumped elbows. They wrapped their arms around each other’s shoulders and walked off, leaving Charlene all alone.

Will she really be seeing them all the time, as far as she knows, two of them are her professors. "Good morning. My name is Alistair King. I will be your professor for this year. You may only call me Professor King, and if I call on you, the reply is Sir, nothing else. Now in this class, I want contribution, utmost respect for me and eachother. This class is going to be difficult and if you feel like you can't handle it, walk out now. I will not be dealing with complaints at the end of any test or exams. Assignments will be given at the end of the week, individually or in groups, and every mark counts."

My inner wolf jumped up in alert immediately and before the man got to the middle of the class to introduce himself, I already knew from the tingling sensation in my stomach, who it was going to be. Zach. Zach, my fated mate is going to be the professor in charge of training me? I asked myself. Why don’t the moon goddess just kill me and get it all over with? The professor finally stood in front of the class and as he opened his nicely shaped mouth to introduce himself, his eyes caught sight of me and he froze on the spot.

"I'm starting to realize nothing about me is normal." One of the other professors leaned forward. She had silver hair and sharp features. "Show us your mark." I held out my wrist. All three professors went very still when they saw the claim sigil. "Who did this?" the silver-haired professor demanded. "I don't know for sure. But I think it's connected to the dark figure that's been appearing." "Describe this figure." I told them everything. The attacks, the otherworld appearances, the warnings about consuming souls. When I finished, the Headmaster and the professors exchanged worried looks.