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?”

"Before what?" "I'm scared of myself! ...that I wake up and everything is still the same as it is now! It hurts so much... Why does it hurt so much? ....nothing but emptiness and the worst pain... how can a person you love... leave something like that behind!.... i just don't want to wake up and feel like this again!!! ....I can't TJ anymore!" "Shhhhh, stop talking like that! I'll stay here with you until you sleep again! I drive away all the demons and spirits he left behind and you are just safe with me…. OK?"

“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.

“I’ll take care of finding answers about that. I know someone who might be able to help us. She knows a lot about these creatures.” Scarlett and Leslie exchanged glances before Scarlett asked, intrigued, “Who is this person… or creature?” Alex smiled faintly, a touch of mystery in his eyes. “She’s an elven princess. The sister of a former druid. If anyone can help us understand why a gorgon came after you, it’s her.” Leslie looked at Alex in amazement. “So you’re going to look for her?” “Yes,” Alex replied. “As soon as possible. For now, make sure the book is well hidden.”

The Kael-un behind it remained motionless. “The ‘spirit’ is a non-measurable variable,” the cube replied, but its tone seemed… less certain. There was a faint, almost imperceptible buzz underlying the words. “It is an error in the data.” “Is it?” Sela asked softly. She wove another memory. The memory of Arin, the Reaper, tasting his first berry. The shock of flavor, the cascade of sensation that broke through a lifetime of grey numbness. The tears he couldn’t understand. She wove the feeling of his awakening, not as a system upgrade, but as a birth.

"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.