Soul Eater The Kishin Novels & Stories

After all, they deserved this punishment, and Gerald wasn’t about to let them die in peace and escape judgment. Only their souls’ annihilation would make Gerald feel that he hadn’t let the girl’s parents down… With the chanting complete, Gerald then yelled, “Soul Eater!” The second he shouted that out, the spirits of the Soul Hunters immediately merged into a white orb or light… “Exterminate!” yelled Gerald again as he slashed right into the orb of light, causing it to shatter into pieces! And with that, the punishment was complete. No longer would their souls continue to exist, and they would be incapable of reincarnating anymore…

The land’s sorrow is a dull ache beneath it all, forgotten in the face of this more immediate violation. The eldest Kin steps forward. No hood. Face like weathered oak, eyes chips of obsidian. He carries a knife – obsidian, like his eyes, wickedly sharp. He doesn’t look at me. He looks through me, at the ghost he believes I defile. "You hold the soul of Kieran Thorne," his voice grinds like stones. "Scion of the First Blood. Trapped. Defiled. A sacrilege written in your very flesh." He spits onto the blood-darkened altar stone. "Release him. Shatter the cage. Let his essence return to the ancestral stream. Or we will carve it free."

A strange man holding a scythe and engulfed in black flames was standing a couple of meters from them, "Thank you for the meal.~" Before anyone could react, the guy who made the question was pierced in the chest by the scythe. Just before he was cut in half in a swift motion by the same weapon, and his soul was absorbed instantly. "RUN!" yelled David as he and Kevin started running towards the city, the other players recovered from their shock and started to run too, but they were very unlucky this time. The man seemed to vanish in the air and reappeared behind the players one per one, killing them and eating their souls, David looked behind as the final member of the newbies was devoured by

“DEATH, REBIRTH, REINCARNATION, AND CHANCE. SHALL I LAY UNTO YOU THE REAAL DEAL OF THE SEVEN EXISTING WORLDS, WHERE THE ORIGINAL AND THE ROT OF ALL LIES TO WHAT I CALL,” SHINZO DIMENSION

"Not just one. Hundreds. Thousands. They’re coming through the Spire." I looked where she was pointing. Shadows were pouring from the vortex at the top of the tower—shrieking, translucent shapes that looked like Sarah, like the Bone King, like every trauma we had ever faced. They were the "Soul-Eaters" of the Void, drawn to the chaos of the Inversion like moths to a flame. "Killian, take the secondary controls," I commanded, my voice the cold iron of a Queen. "We can't land this thing in the streets. We have to hit the Spire directly. We cut the head off the snake before the body can coil."

His fingers drummed against the windowsill, the rhythm growing faster, betraying the unease he refused to name. His warriors, known for their flawless tracking skills, scoured every inch of land. Yet no matter how many warriors or hounds he sent out, they all circled back to the same place—the abandoned well. His frustration boiled over as he paced furiously around it, refusing to believe that the corpse inside was mine. Then, as if struck by sudden inspiration, he snapped his fingers. "I see it now! She must've used a Burrowing Technique—that's why the hounds keep leading us here."

I smiled sweetly and said, “If your hand touches me, I’ll chop it off. Go ahead. Try me. I dare you.” The crowd went silent. Even he froze. And me? I was just praying my breakfast delivery guy showed up before I started chopping managers. Ken just stood there gawking at me like he’d seen a ghost. Maybe he thought the office nerd in oversized glasses was supposed to be timid. Sorry, buddy. Wrong girl. “Call the cops!” Rhea suddenly screeched, clutching her cheek like I’d hit her with a frying pan. “This ugly monster just tried to kill me. I’ll make sure she rots behind bars for the rest of her pathetic life!”

"That I should just give up? That I should just let her win?" "She's protected by forces we can't understand," Morrison said carefully. "And the bond between them..." "Can't be broken by normal means," I finished. "But what about abnormal means?" Morrison frowned. "What do you mean?" I thought about Corvina's words. About becoming a monster. About fighting destiny itself. And in the darkest corner of my mind, I remembered stories. Whispers about places where even gods feared to tread. "There's one witch who doesn't serve the Moon Goddess," I said slowly. "They say she feeds on broken souls and shattered dreams. They call her the Soul Eater, and she lives in the Hollow Market where anything c