Soul Eater Show Novels & Stories

A strange man holding a scythe and engulfed in black flames was standing a couple of meters from them, "Thank you for the meal.~" Before anyone could react, the guy who made the question was pierced in the chest by the scythe. Just before he was cut in half in a swift motion by the same weapon, and his soul was absorbed instantly. "RUN!" yelled David as he and Kevin started running towards the city, the other players recovered from their shock and started to run too, but they were very unlucky this time. The man seemed to vanish in the air and reappeared behind the players one per one, killing them and eating their souls, David looked behind as the final member of the newbies was devoured by

I sat in my room for three days. Not dramatically. I attended to my duties — the morning cleaning rotation, the evening meal service, the geomun'go practice that Mistress Hana insisted upon regardless of scheduling or emotional state. I did these things. I did them correctly. I did them without letting anything show on my face, which was not difficult because I had been trained since childhood to perform tasks without letting things show on my face. Between duties, she sat on my sleeping mat and thought. Soul Sight activates upon soulbound recognition, I had read, in the texts. The connection, once formed, cannot be unformed. The soul recognizes what it has always been bound to.

Like my mother told me to. My stomach rumbles loudly. Thank the Moon Goddess that my mate wasn't here when that happened. I would've gone red as a tomato. I grab the bell and ring it. Almost 2 seconds later a guy comes in that looks almost identical to Xander. He gives a friendly smile. He's definitely the happier brother of the two. "Hey, Elizabeth. I'm Solomon, Alpha's brother, but you can call me Soul." "Hi, ummm I'm kinda hungry?" I say hesitantly. I've always been the one to ask what people want to eat. It feels foreign to me to be at the receiving end of that question. Instead of rolling his eyes, Soul gives me a bright smile.

In seconds, it began displaying the profile of the clan with which my compatibility was “perfectly optimal.” "It’s strange that the system only gave you one option," murmured one of the assistants as they handed me the data. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice dry. She didn’t answer. And then, just when everything was starting to feel like a cruel, systematic joke, the screen changed, and a notification appeared at the top: CLAN YAKOVLEV My attention sharpened instantly. "Who are they?" I asked, unable to stop myself. The assistant’s face changed for the first time. She no longer smiled. Nor did she pretend indifference. She stayed silent for a few seconds and then said, in a much more ser

I rolled my eyes and looked away, still searching the crowd for Kelly. This was ridiculous. And then I heard the referee call out the name of the next person who was supposedly fighting. "Swift Fist!" he announced with dramatic flair. The crowd went absolutely wild. I chuckled cynically to myself. "Swift Fist? What a completely lame name." These underground fighting names were always so over the top and ridiculous. But when I turned my attention back toward the ring to see who this "Swift Fist" character was, my eyes widened in absolute shock. My heart literally stopped beating for a moment.

"It's rare to see arcane implements like this. That explains how Sylas grew so powerful so fast. The talisman probably caused your severe injuries." Homer sighed. "At first, we were evenly matched. Then he did something I didn't expect. He sensed that the men he had dispatched to the York residence had been taken out. In a rage, he unleashed his ultimate move—Soul-Eater Manifestation. He said he prepared it for you originally." Aria's hand froze. Sylas might be behind both the Soul-Eater Manifestation and the Wailing March. Back in Portfall, she had encountered someone who used the Wailing March on her. The effect was instantaneous—the sound was that of infinite spirits crying out in despair

"Your body can't move, but I haven't restricted your soul. Why don't you try fighting me with soul attacks? Oh, right. It wouldn't work on me anyway, and you know it." At that, Felix lost interest in further conversation. A silver gleam flickered in his eyes. "Spirit Eye." This was a soul technique from the Phaeron Codex. It had no offensive capabilities, but it allowed Felix to see into a person's soul without even touching them. With Spirit Eye, all that nonsense about Soul Manifestation was completely irrelevant. If he hadn't needed to reach Higher Spirit Realm to unlock this ability, he would have been using it ages ago. As Spirit Eye activated, the middle-aged man's soul was laid bare.

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 said and helped her stand up. "Huh?" He seemed even more confused even after explaining it. "Soul suckers are soul thieves. They steal the souls we pick up. It's another job for us to catch them and kill them but most soul reapers like me, don't care about them as long as it's not the souls we pick up what they're stealing. And I'm sure, he won't bother you after tonight. Unless, he wants to mess with me.”

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”