Soul Eater Spirit Albarn Novels & Stories

It questioned back. "I'm the one asking the questions around here." I stated. The soul laughed at me. "And what made me obliged to answer you? You are nothing." He replied. I knew that this was an indirect challenge to my status. I immediately pulled out the mirror in my bag pack and said the words: "Hell summonte hell arosente death take never returnt." A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground.

Aveline called, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her. The mist swirled, and a figure began to take shape—a spectral form that seemed to be part of the very air itself. It was an old man, his face weathered and lined, his eyes reflecting the ancient wisdom of a leader long passed. His robes were tattered, the edges fraying as if they were being pulled apart by time. “I am Alaric,” the spirit said, his voice carrying a weight that felt almost palpable. “Once Alpha of Whispering Woods. Now a guardian of this land.”

Soulmates had a special value for the divine power linked to that kind of relationship, but she didn’t need it at all. Since she was joining Master Rabi, who was famously known as the “demon-slayer” for killing more evil spirits in the last two hundred years than any other Guardian, Ayla hoped he would send her to a mission to face demons very soon. She was feeling very violent and needed to release some of that energy.

"They know every account, every shell corp, every dirty little secret I've ever buried…" They had been mentally, psychically violated. The new hunter was an entity codenamed the "Soul-Eater," a non-corporeal mind-thief who could steal and consume memories as easily as a common pickpocket lifts a wallet. Its goal was brutally clear: extract the location of the Obsidian Lab and the nature of Jack’s debilitating curse from the minds of his inner circle. "We can't track it," Aaliyah said, her voice laced with a despairing frustration. "There's no energy signature, no physical presence, nothing to lock onto. It's a ghost in the machine of the mind."

"Hmmm.. it's not easy to explain. We're kind of.. incorporeal, in a way. At least until we reach our destination, and we hibernate a while, absorbing local data until we can assimulate, into a new form that's virtually indistinguishable from the dominant lifeform of a planet, in both form and function." He couldn't help but hold his breath as he waited for her to respond to that, it was a lot to take in, he knew. "So, you're like spirits, that become human, in a sense?" she asked, and he relaxed slightly, relieved she didn't completely freak out. "Yeah, kind of," he said softly, "More.. shadows than spirits, and more than human. We keep many of our innate abilities, and can revert to our tru

The man shrieks and spasms, contorts in agony, until at last his struggling ceases and he has no will of his own left whatsoever. HEEL, PET. All is quiet once again. At length he gets up out of the bed and reels, unsteady on these borrowed legs. He stumbles into the bathroom and flips on the light above the sink. There, the once-divine demon—finally delivered from the dead woman’s cage of rotting flesh—stares at his newest host’s reflection in the mirror, at the sandy hair and bearded features. The brilliant sea-green eyes looking back at him. “Well,” says the art teacher, rubbing his palms together, “time to get cracking, yes?”

"These are two of my associates." Asher studied the men on either side of Michael. The one sitting directly to his right was a very large bald man with crystal clear eyes that held a sense of foreboding. His arms and what Asher could see of his chest from his half undone shirt sported some intricate tattoo. Michael introduced him as Gustavo.

It seems I have not seen it all! My eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the newest comment. Guess who decided to add to the fun? The goat himself, Adam Stone De’Leon! At first, I thought, Naah! His spell might have made its way into my mind. But after blinking countless times and scouring my eyes, his name is staring right through my eyes.

The spectral figure nodded, its ethereal form flickering with an unsettling intensity. "But... how?" Elysia stammered, her voice tinged with confusion. Ezra's gaze darkened as he spoke. "I am no longer the ally you once knew," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I serve a new master now." A chill ran down Malachi's spine as he locked eyes with the corrupted spirit. "What do you want from us?" he demanded, his voice betraying no hint of fear. Ezra's spectral form contorted with an otherworldly rage. "Your demise," he hissed, before disappearing back into the shadows.

The phone ringing a few times and the trembling voice on the other end. "I'm ready. But I have one last request from you." Allen was silent for a while. He thought. "Say it for the last time!" ".............." Although Altan took a sigh of relief after hanging up the phone, the restlessness within him continued to increase. Now the last fort remained in front of him. If he took that castle, his job would be as easy as ripping a sock. But the job was to take that castle, and that castle was so well guarded. He should have been so prepared. It must have been so strong. That castle was surrounded by strong walls. Even if it was a solid wall, he would burn and destroy those walls. He was going t