Soul Eater Professor Stein Novels & Stories

Right before Nevan walked out of the ward, Syed said, “Master Hornberg, Professor Whiteman is a strict man who cannot be threatened or bribed. He’s close with Kaze Lee. I don’t think he will agree to help no matter what you offer him. “When he first arrived in Lilyrose, the kingpin of Melrose, Steve Lee, tried to ask him for help. He even asked his son to ‘invite’ the man to Melrose. “No matter what Steve Lee offered, the professor refused to help. Because of that, Steve Lee offended someone powerful who is also an acquaintance of the professor. He lost his power and status and then got killed by the Chrysant Twin Ghosts.”

"No, this is all about your well-being! Can't you see it, my dear? You are just infatuated with him because he looks like your mate!" I shut my eyes tightly before answering her. "Mom, I have already told you a million times that Evan and Steven are not the same person! He is a human, Mom. He is my professor! I can promise you that they behave differently!" "What if that professor is fooling you? Who knows if he was just disguising himself to claim you again?!" Sylvia screams at the top of her lungs. "He is not, Mom!" I am already running upstairs because I don't want to continue this fight.

I told her, trying to act casual. “Hello everybody. I am Professor Atlas, your combat instructor,” Professor Atlas said breaking into our conversations. His voice boomed across the arena silencing the entire room immediately. Professor Atlas was a tall and buff-looking man with a buzz cut and tattoos going up his arms and across his torso. He stood in front of everybody wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His shirt was removed, revealing his abs and I could tell from the ladies around the room, that he was swoon-worthy. However, I didn’t feel the same attraction to him as I would to Xaden.

Just an endless red sky bleeding slow-motion sunsets and a floor that remembers every fight it’s ever hosted (scars, burns, claw marks, and frozen lightning veins glow under the surface). The professor is already waiting. Professor Thunderstrike (real name unpronounceable in mortal tongues) is eight feet tall, built like a war forge, skin the color of stormclouds at midnight, four arms, each holding a different legendary weapon: - a flaming trident - a katana made of dawn - a shield that shows you your own death - and a coffee mug that says “World’s Okayest Mentor.” He doesn’t speak. He just points to the center of the ring, where six obsidian pedestals rise from the floor.

Evelyn actually believes the poisons are restorative tonics. The Soul-Eater is working well. Her spirit wolf will weaken bit by bit. Soon, both she and her pathetic pup will die screaming.

We made our way to two empty seats at the back. “Hey,” Liam whispered moving over for us to sit next to him. “Get lost asshole,” Macy retorted before I could say a word in response. She held my hand and made me sit. “What is going on? Why do you look so pale?” she whispered. My gaze never left his. I gulped. “Why is he here? Where is the arts professor?” “Oh, that? Didn’t you get the mail? Professor Brown retired to his hometown. Professor Sebastian got transferred as his replacement. He’s hot isn’t he? That’s the reason why you were so distracted…”

Alexei's fingers closed around my wrist, not to stop me but to turn my attention to the blade he had finally pulled free, wrapped now in cloth soaked through with black fluid that should not have come from any wound this fresh. "Soul Eater," he said. "I have only heard of it in old warnings, never seen it used. It does not poison the blood. It poisons the space between heartbeats. Silver flame heals flesh. This is not flesh anymore." "Then what stops it?" "I do not know if anything does."

Every student, every instructor, every silent weapon in the Outer racks watched, fascinated, caught in the gravity of a moment none of them had a name for. It was Professor Wicklan who broke first. He cleared his throat — a small, human sound, absurdly loud in the aftermath of the silence — and stepped forward with the careful posture of a man choosing his words with great precision. "Student Auriel." His eyes stayed fixed on the blade in her hand. "This isn't an ordinary weapon contract... It's a Perfect Soul Resonance." Another teacher asks, "Are you sure it's perfect soul reasonance?" Professor Wickham nods.

“ And for that, I will make sure that the one who is your soul brother will have as much resentment for you as you made me have for Maya.” His eyes flickers. He feigns a smile, but the beads of sweat on his forehead hints otherwise. “ Secondly, you walked straight into my marriage with Aaron…oh god, now I'm beginning to connect the dots.” I gasped, cupping my mouth. It was him all along. His voice…his face…now that I think of it, the resemblance is uncanny. Steven is the professor who banged Clarice! How didn't I see it earlier? I had taken a closeup shot of them together, but I hadn't cared to look close enough. She called him professor, no way I could have thought it would be this son of a

he said, picking up their phones as he came for me. “And you think you are going to escape this, professor?” their leader spoke, spitting blood out of his mouth with a swollen face as a result of the severe hit from Lucian. “You both are not humans, are you?” Professor Lucian reached out to me, lifting me off the chair with my hands whirled around his neck. “You might not live to tell the story. Because I'll personally kill you myself, Nicholas Brian. You might want to try me out. Consider yourselves lucky.”