Soul Eater Soul Black Blood Novels & Stories

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?”

And when I’m gone, I know he’ll hurt, but maybe one day he’ll feel himself again. The Soul Eaters are all around me now. There’s walls of them all around me, and I let them feast. They come to me like honey in a trap. They are so exhilarated by this energy that they close their eyes. And I start to glow. I pull up the energy I have and glow brighter and brighter. They drink and drink. And then I am light. I am light itself. And once the light hits its limits, I pull in one go at the darkness. I pull at it with everything. To make the switch as fast and as forcefully as possible. I start to run through them all. Each one destroyed before it knows what’s happening. I fill them with way too muc

A spray of black, steaming blood hit the snow between us. Kaden let out a choked sound, dropping to the ground beside me. He didn't care about the army or the Council or the diamond anymore. He grabbed my shoulders, his eyes wide with horror as he looked at the black liquid. "This is soul-rot," Kaden breathed, his tactical mind immediately identifying the darkness. "Damon... that coward. He used a death-tether."

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

I stutter. “Your blood.” I shake my head. “No.” “You are descending the stairs of denial again, Faye.” He sighs, throwing the blade into the table. My eyes are glued at the spot pulsing gently with black blood. It is the same I have seen with the vampires, and other creatures in Alkhemi—the dead. “No, i-it’s…” “It is black because you have died, and have been reborn through Sin,” he says. “Like every one of his creations.”

said the woman coldly, staring at the sea of black souls. "Die? Don't even think about it!" The sea of black souls would never let that happen. It forcibly used its soul power to attack the woman's soul body. "Ugh!" This immediately caused the woman to retreat, vomiting blood and causing her plan to kill herself to fail. "Hahaha, it's time!" said the sea of black souls excitedly, ready to devour the remaining half of the sea of black souls. "That won't happen! I will die with you. I won't let you destroy the world I was born into!" The woman firmly ignored her soul wounds and forced all her remaining soul to gather in one place, preparing to explode together with the black sea of souls.

I pressed my bloody hand to the steering wheel, leaving a crimson print. "I swear by my blood and my broken heart," I whispered to the darkness. "Evangeline Cross will pay for what she's stolen from me. Even if I have to sell my soul to make it happen." Lightning flashed across the sky, as if the universe itself had heard my vow. And in that moment of brightness, I could have sworn I saw something in the clouds, a pair of silver eyes, watching me with ancient amusement. The Soul Eater was waiting. And I was coming to make a deal.

“Alright,” Blackie shrugged, “As I said, we used Soul Coupling as a reference to create a new soul-based, multiversal racial characteristic for worldborn. Basically, we gave your soul an ability to… uh… interact with other souls in a special way… which kinda made you into a eunuch,” Blackie laughed awkwardly, “but otherwise it is very handy! I guarantee that in the future, you’ll totally love it!”

The soul eater sits on the floor, covered in blood and something else that I don't recognize until I open the door further and step in. Looking down, I see a disemboweled baby torn to shreds. It's in so many pieces that I can't even tell for sure what it is, except for the baby bottle half buried in the blood and intestines. Suddenly, the smell hits me and I have to bend over as I lose my supper. Sandwich spraying everywhere, even on the soul eater. She looks up at me and smiles while holding an arm bone and then begins gnawing on it.

Sybilla extended hers, eyes locked on mine. One by one, I made the cuts. Ethan’s blood flowed first—deep red with a shadow of black around the edges. Mine followed—brighter, almost golden. When the blade touched Sybilla’s skin, her blood spilled like molten ink, glowing violet in the dim light. Drop by drop, it fell into the stone bowl at the center. Three colors. Three souls. The bowl began to tremble. --- The floor beneath us rumbled. The spirits’ chanting shifted into screaming. The air flashed with violet and crimson light. Sybilla’s voice cracked through it all.