Soul Eater Scenes Novels & Stories

VICTORIA The scent of roses enveloped my senses, making me fidget on my bed. Mornings weren’t my strong suit, but the aroma brought a strange sense of comfort... except I hadn’t placed any flowers in my room or used any artificial scents. I don’t remember my room ever smelling like hints of human blood, either. With a sudden jolt, I shot up from the bed, and my mind conveniently reminded me that I had almost died… and that I felt the mate bond with a vampire.

Callie shouted, sweat dripping down her forehead from the intense effort. Without hesitation, I grabbed the Dark God by the neck, tightening my grip. With my other hand, I seized his abdomen and, with a brutal motion, tore him in half. A piercing scream echoed as, instead of entrails, imprisoned souls burst free from his body. Nocturnus’s form disintegrated into black ash, leaving only a sharp-toothed grin atop the pile of dust. "Damn you!" Sora Rhea erupted in fury, glaring at us with blazing hatred. "I will have my revenge—mark my words!"

We must find her a soul from the cemetery of her ancestors. Rosemary is a soul eater, once she's fed on one soul. She will need a new one in a year or two. Who's to say she won't come searching for Lucia in a year's time with another request. On and on this could go, an endless cycle on repeat. I am not convinced a soul eater, like Rosemary, can ever truly be put to rest. Her body is in the ground, but her spirit fills the earth with nightmares, tormenting the dreams of men.

She turned towards the doorway, frowning in concentration. He sensed her nerves, but as he man stepped across the threshold, her eyes went black again. She rose slowly, pushing her palm forward again, as those tendrils surrounded her once more, connecting to them as the larger one from her hand shot out towards the human's chest. It hit him hard, and he collapsed right in the doorway.

The scene was hard to watch, but like a car crash, I couldn’t pull my eyes away. The images begin to fade away as my younger self reaches completion, shoving my cock deep within Mammon. “I will enjoy killing you slowly you crazy bitch.” Lucifer growls from behind me as the images fade completely.

I had to get some air, I was glowing and wanted to follow them. It almost happened again. A waiter just managed to stop before we bumped into each other. He smiled apologetically at me. "I'm sorry! ...It wasn't my intention.” I put two empty glasses back on his tray, which had tipped over when he slowed down. His gaze rested on me for a moment and then he shook his head as if to collect his thoughts again. "I have to go on..." I nodded to him and continued to the door. I saw the boys and was about to join them when someone grabbed my arm and grabbed my mouth. I was pulled into the dark before Taylor, Simon, or Craig could see me. What's happening? Who is this? Shit, what... who...

Carissa felt her lips stiffen; she wasn't sure what to say in front of Rey. . "I know, this must feel foreign to you, but you know, every day, you will be here accompanying me to work, or at least we will meet to let go," Rey smiled when telling her the habits she used to do with Bella. Carissa, who heard that, smiled faintly. The love story of Bella and Rey was very sweet; it's just that fate was so cruel, Bella actually died, and now there is only Bella's body filled with Carissa's soul.

"And you looked down at me and said, 'Elara, stop being so dramatic. Seraphina is waiting.'" I knelt down to meet his gaze. "Now, I'm saying the same words back to you—" "Kaelen, stop making a scene. My husband is waiting." As the words left my mouth, a guttural howl escaped Kaelen's throat. His body began to convulse violently. Strange black marks crawled across his skin—the final sign of the Soul-Eater's sickness. "No..." He tried to stand, but his strength was gone. "You can't... you can't marry him..."

The Eleven Sovereigns were no longer resonances; they were Authors of the First Day, their emerald-crimson eyes glowing with the prehistoric certainty of a soul that had finally owned its own "Malfunction" Eryx "occurred" beside me again, his Lament-Steel nebula returning with a violent, electric snap, the violet-black stardust roiling with the added heat of a soul that was no longer "Gilded" but Untamed. He pulled me into a kiss that tasted of crystalline air, starlight, and the End of the Script. "We’ve got the soul, Darlene," Eryx whispered, his voice a tidal wave of gravel and love.

The man being questioned looked at his adversary with mockery in his eyes and scorn widening his lips. "I can already see the reaper standing before me. The gleam of his eyes. The curve of his scythe. Tell me, what can you do with the soul collector here?" The dying assassin looked at the hideously cloaked figure he couldn't see before. With his life force dwindling away, he could finally see the figure that went around the battlefield, collecting the souls of those that had passed away into his bag, as though they were precious pearls. It was finally his turn. What could his afflicter possibly do now?