Soul Eater Soul Black Blood Novels & Stories

Cristian thought that he would go crazy when he saw the inert body of his partner on the floor covered in blood. His body vibrated so painfully that the wolf stepped outside. Tearing at his clothes on the way he ran in the direction of the man who had hurt his wife, his soul mate, his half, the person he had waited so long for. The anger, the pain, the hatred; A mixture of overwhelmed feelings clouded all sanity, leading him into the abyss of revenge.

The source is left a hollow vessel, a ghost in their own skin. "Black magic," a voice rasped from the shadows. I jumped, the book nearly sliding off the bed. An old man stood by the window, his eyes clouded with cataracts but sharp as needles. The record-keeper. "It’s not just a transfer, boy," he whispered, leaning on a cane made of driftwood. "It’s a theft of the soul. It requires a drop of blood and a vessel—something to hold the stolen power. It leaves a scent of sulfur and rot on the one who takes it. Why are you digging in this grave?"

In the quiet of the boy’s home, Xareth performed a ritual, his body writhing with demonic energy, muttering incantations in a tongue that hurt to hear. A cold wind swept through the room. I saw it. The boy’s soul. It floated gently from his body, confused, trembling, until the shadows pulled it from the room. “What’s happening?” I asked, horror gripping me. Zevarion’s voice was grim. “He’s taking the boy’s body.” I watched as Xareth stepped through the doorway, walked up to the boy’s limp form, and entered it. Slipped inside like a serpent into a hollow shell. A moment later, the grim reaper appeared, faceless, cloaked in black, and silently took the boy’s soul away.

His mouth doesn't move, but I can hear his voice, loud and clear. “Your last supper!” I spit, my eyes darting around expectantly but no one comes. He releases a low growl before lunging for me, claws swiping at the air, aimed at my chest. I turn on my heels and race down the alley, hissing in pain as his claws meet the skin on my back. “Just a few drops of your blood, and my senses feel sharpened,” He lets out a low growl, and I hear him lunge for me again.

Tharien and Nori stood in the diner's doorway for a moment, the rain-soaked city opening up before them. The bond sat between them — warm, anchored, chosen. Not a wound anymore. Not a liability. Not the thing that made them targets. The thing that made them something the darkness couldn't digest. "Ready?" he said. She looked at the city. At its clipboards and vans and rounded fonts and fractures full of people who hadn't yet been told the quiet being sold to them was a blade. "Yes," she said. They stepped into the rain. Odon Kuraim felt them move — felt the bond's steady, unbroadcasting warmth — and found nothing to feed on.

She sits for a moment longer in the dark, her hands in her lap, her expression making its way back to the version of itself that faces the world — serene, controlled, with the faint quality of untouchability that the clan elders attribute to excellent breeding and she has never bothered to correct. One sentence surfaces through everything else, settling at the bottom of her like sediment. She has known it since she was old enough to understand it. Has known it the way she knows her own name, her clan sigil, the mana resonance frequencies of her bloodline — not learned, but present. Carved into the deepest part of her, below the journal entries and the categorized fragments and the controlled

Dominic listened to me without speaking a word, paying very close attention to what I was about to say next. “Baby souls tend to leave the body faster. And they are not black as far as I know. They are mostly transparent or translucent colored souls because they are pure. But her soul was black, but it kept changing color as I stared at it. When I stepped forward to touch it…” I stretched my arm into the space and poked the air with my finger, showing him exactly what I did, “A light blinded my sight and you know what I saw? Or better to say what I felt?”

CHAPTER 138: Jake~ We’re losing this. Right when I thought things were going in our favor these Soul Eaters appeared. And they are next to impossible to kill. I knock one down, and it just comes up again after some recovery time. And it just takes so da*n much to get that much done. I just can’t figure out how to destroy them. They just don’t burn like other things. They don’t get hit by other things. I throw everything I can and it's barely enough.