Soul Eater Ragnarok Sword Novels & Stories

Half a second later, a soul eater came skidding around the corner with its black eyes never leaving its target. She raced right towards me allowing me to grab her and basically toss her into the room with Bianca. I slammed the door shut just as the creature was almost on top of me. I put my back to the door so this creature wouldn't be able to get me on the ground and hopefully give me the advantage. However, I hadn't anticipated this creature being as fast as it was on all fours. As soon as I was turned back around and my back against the door, the soul eater was on me. It looked more animal than human and once it was in front of me it slammed its hands into the door right by my legs and us

Ryker mutters, walking away, barking out orders to Ragnar's minions. I turn away from the battle scene, feeling sick. A weapon that could kill an immortal? I shake my head. That had to be the random rambles of a dying man. The look on Ragnar's face, however, when I went back to him was cold and calculating, his lips set in a frown, eyes locked on where the last rogue had fallen. He doesn't even bother to retrieve his scythe, which is impaled in a tree bark a few feet away.

I need my sword. Reaching behind my back, I feel the cool, smooth texture of my marking shift beneath my fingers. There’s a brief moment where the ink pulses, almost as if it’s alive, before it solidifies into the hilt of my sword. I draw it out, feeling the familiar weight settle into my hand. The blade hums with energy, a glowing blue that pulses in time with my heartbeat. This sword is mine, a part of me, born of my blood and soul. Athena’s gift, forged from my very essence.

With a smirk playing on my lips, I carefully thought about what Roxanne might need during a battle. "Harriett, grab my sword and dagger from the weaponry. I know someone who can use them better than I do." I quickly dropped a command to my sister through our link. After a few minutes of waiting, my sister dropped by and gave them to me. My sword was a katana that had a thin but sharp blade, and for a dagger, it was a native bolo knife. Both had black blades with red lines in the middle, yet they had some weights that only I could wield. But somehow, I couldn’t release their full potential, which made me realize that I was not good with blades, and stored them well until now. I found someone

Villion had moved to stand beside Bruno, who stared at me with his usual blank expression. Ragnar still had his hold on Flora’s wrists, keeping her in place. She was just a few meters away from me. Her face was twisted in fury, her chest rising and falling with rage, and for a moment I thought she might break free. Finally, Dax stopped right in front of me, his gaze lowered ever so slightly, staring at me with those furious, glowing gray eyes. “I forged a new sword and I haven’t tested its blade on anyone yet. I’ll be using it on you.”

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

Ragnar pulled out the axe he had on his side as he took on a defensive stance, waiting for Sophie, who was still debating whether to strike or not. Swinging the heavy sword, she almost stumbled back as the metals clashed together. "You're weak," Ragnar whispered as he gripped her forearm before twisting her around, her back hitting his chest just as the axe's blade was pressed gently against her neck. "Why is that?" he whispered in her ear. "I'm not used to this sword," she mustered the courage to speak up. "It's heavier than the one Ubbe gave me." Ragnar hummed in her ear in response before pushing her away aggressively, causing her to stumble and fall.

“You are responsible for them. They all have your runemark on them so you can know them and identify them when they die. Ragnar politely took his weapon. It was a projectile weapon called the atomic gun. It was similar to the theme weapon that Lanek sent the sea dragon, but smaller in size. One of the most powerful weapons Sergeant Hakon had was a chainsword. The belt around the gun contains a dispenser for another small but powerful weapon called a mini grenade. "Careful." said the armorer. “For fools, it is as dangerous as the enemy. Now follow the servant and report to the training ground.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.

Somehow, they had locked into another standoff. Ragnar's amber pupils snapped into narrow slits. Dense dark energy coiled around his massive body. Andrew felt sharp pain prickling across his skin. He knew this aura far too well. It was the power of Fenrir, the First Werewolf Progenitor, devouring everything in its path. Without hesitation, the black and crimson glow faded from Andrew's greatsword. In its place, blazing white holy light erupted, and he slashed forward. Ragnar roared as the holy light struck him head-on, sending him rolling across the ground for over 100 feet. Explosions crackled across his body as burns spread everywhere.