Soul Eater Spirit Albarn Novels & Stories

This was really happening; this was all reality, not a bad nightmare. All of a sudden I felt the veins from around me weaken and in a rapid motion I saw Alora stretch her hands towards Spirit and aim a blast at her back but before the energy orb could even reach her it was stopped. The action confused me as all motion stopped and the Spirit chuckled, a low pissed off voice that made us aware that she was beyond mad. “I knew you were trying to betray me,” she said, lifting Alora up in the air and bringing her in level with her, “Did you really think you could outsmart me? Did you really think you could defeat me?”

“What?” “You are the most unique human I’ve met,” answered Bobby, seriously, which was highly unusual of him. “What do you mean?” I question, slowly. “I can see peoples’ auroras, and yours is different. Most humans are either white or yellow, witches are red, Annabella was all red, meaning she was powerful. I’m half red and half white, so I’m not as powerful in magic. Yours is… well mostly white, yet there is bits of red and black mixed in, blended. You’re powerful in some way, but I don’t know how. Maybe it was your aurora that brought on the ghost that first day of school, because a ghost’s aurora is black,” explained Bobby.

This was the first time—literally the first time—that anyone had uncovered his deepest, most guarded secret. "Relax," Alaife continued, seeing Felix's stiff posture. "No one else knows about our conversation. I've created a fake illusion that shows you battling several soul-level demonic beasts right now. Meanwhile, the real you is here, chatting with me." As if worried that Felix still doubted him, Alaife finally revealed his true identity. "I am the spirit of the Tower of Divinity. Of course, I can do these things." Felix's mind churned with disbelief, though it made sense. Still feeling a little reluctant, he couldn't help but grumble, "At least let me fight a few more Malevolent Phantoms

"You want my blood? My memories? Take them. But release the other souls." Alaric laughed. "You think you can offer yourself? Our hunger will never be sated with just one soul." "But my memories are different," Siron said. "I am a Guardian bound to ancient spirits. My memories span thousands of years through Morat and Lyra. That is more filling than hundreds of ordinary souls." The Devourer seemed interested. "Is that so? Let me have a taste." A mud tentacle reached toward Siron. Siron did not flinch. He opened his mind, allowing the tentacle to touch his forehead.

With that wink, the five birds laughed while Sirene had a confused look then knowing look. Using the water attribute would thoroughly clean the herbs. Although there are some devices that can clean the herbs, an attribute was more pure and clean. Soheila released all the cleaned herbs from her hands and used her spirit energy to control it. She used her spirit energy to put all of the herbs together inside the furnace. Since Soheila didn't want to let anyone know her rank level, she consume a pill that hids someone's spirit energy color. Soheila's spirit energy's color right now was pure white and most of the Alchemists knew what that means. That pure white spirit energy means the owner cons

She met Gior's eyes, who was still outside the barrier with wide eyes open. 'If it is not Gior, then who is it?' Aesthelia asked in panic. She can't push the arms away due to the fact that she's drained and exhausted. Aesthelia wanted to ask whoever it was, but her jaw almost dropped when her eyes met the spirit in front of her. "I come to greet you, my summoner," the spirit commented with a smile, as he bowed like a royal being. The spirit looks divine, but it's not a wolf; rather, it resembles a human instead. Aesthelia wonders why it went wrong; did the book have the wrong title?

I said, making her frown. “Then what is going on?” She asked, looking at me. “Because this hollowed soul is not the girl whose had her fire just last night.” I stared down at the floor, the polished stone reflecting my face back at me like a stranger’s. She frowned deeper. “Aria…” I finally looked up, meeting her eyes. My voice came out low, almost a whisper. “I’m a slave for the Alpha, Brenna. That’s what’s going on.” For a heartbeat, neither of us moved. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Because I knew that it would be a reminder of what was real.

"You just told me you did many divinations." "Yes and I confirmed that the Guardian is indeed is alive," Alina said. "The spirits gave me a presence, not a name." "Lord Veron wants a freaking name." "I've done my best." I stamped a foot on the floor. Alina's eyes widened. "Don't ever do that again. The spirits guarding this room will descend on you." "I'm sorry. Beg the spirits to descend on the Guardian. Let them reveal who he is." "There's one other clue the spirits gave me," Alina said.

"Wisdom what are we going to do at this dilemma?" Mikel whose soul is already out of him whispered to Wisdom Do you know what I mean by his soul is out of his body? It means that he has already believed that right now he is dead, just his corpse is still present. The question he asked Wisdom left Wisdom in silent. Because to be positive, there is no smartness or intelligence, not even the best wisdom in the world can lead them out of this place.

After all, now that they had passed on in peace, they wouldn’t end up turning into evil spirits… Either way, now that they were gone, Gerald drew the Astrabyss Sword before starting to mutter some odd incantations… The spell Gerald was chanting was known as Soul Eater, and casting it enabled him to completely exterminate villainous spirits. As Gerald had earlier said, any spirits caught within the punishing spell wouldn’t be able to be reincarnated… While Gerald rarely used the spell, he knew he had to use it on the dead Soul Hunters. After all, they deserved this punishment, and Gerald wasn’t about to let them die in peace and escape judgment.