Soul Eater R.p. Novels & Stories

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.

Months were never enough for her to forget. He then turned away and took his can of pineapple. When he took a hold of one that fit his palm perfectly, Andrea’s heart began to pound in nervousness. Then, he started to juggle it lowly with just one hand. “But Andrea… I’m not seeing a dying woman. I see one that’s very alive, can’t even wait to spread her legs and bear the Pearce their next prince.” “How dare you—”

Seeing Selene again, it registered one thing to him: that he was dead. Whether we were dead or not, I was grateful to see him one last time. As they conversed, our current situation flashed before us: Tay dying from a heart attack and me dying from gunshot wounds. What a predicament we were in! Moon Goddess Hecate entered the realm. I covered my mouth, scared to breathe. Her eyeballs were red, and her intimidating presence demanded attention. Luckily for us, Hecate gave us one more chance to get it right, or else we would never see daylight again.

And now, as I spoke to the police on the line, that very same phone was about to change our fate once again. My heart raced wildly, and in a daze, I thought I saw myself rushing in with the police. To be precise, the moment our eyes met, I realized the person in front of me was Madeline. I had no idea when she had entered my body or when she had arrived, but in that instant, I saw the relief in her eyes and understood the pain that lingered there. Suddenly, I felt a lightness settle over me, and I was back in my own body.

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

I watched Rhyker standing behind the counter and flipped the scrambled eggs with his pan, he was shirtless and wore a white apron with black joggers. He had one particular tattoo on the back of his neck, it's a drawing of a crown, the crown of Rosla. He whistled while making scrambled eggs. "Are you awake Hemilia? I'm sorry I wasn't in our bed, I wanted to make breakfast for you." He said not looking at me, I gawked at his strong and broad back that is able to give comforting hugs from him. "What's the special occasion?" I chuckled and walked toward him, he turned around and smiled.

Arlo gasped while Dalton nodded his head. "I knew it," Dalton said. "There's a rumor that there's a ghost in the packhouse, so it's only normal that someone has been possessed in this household. It makes even more sense that it's Hera since she has red hair, and you know what they say—gingers have no souls." Arlo worriedly looked back on his mate. "Has she really been possessed?" River nodded his head in affirmation. "Yes. That's the only valid explanation." Suddenly, they all felt a strong force on the back of their heads.

“He’s pulling from the blood well. It’s feeding on the broken bond!” Anya voiced.“You need to counter it. Call back the bond!” He said to Elara, with confidence. Elara shaking. “I—I can't feel him anymore!” Rhys advanced, black veins spreading down his arms. “You will. One last time.” And then he attacked. The Fight for the Soul, a broken pack. Lerder met him mid-strike, teeth bared, blade drawn. They collided in an explosion of fire and steel, magic and fury.