Soul Eater Video Novels & Stories

Eulalia stared at the video. She was just one step away from regaining her memory, but fear gripped her. The terror she had buried deep in her soul suddenly erupted, screaming at her not to click on it, warning that something horrifying awaited inside. She took a deep breath, her hand trembling as she placed it on the mouse and clicked on the video. A man appeared on screen, kneeling in a strange position. His white shirt was soaked in blood, and his legs were twisted, obviously broken.

Audio crystal clear: my moans, his groans, the filthy things we said to each other. I click to the next video. The studio. Me naked on the platform but we are not modeling, we are fucking. His mouth between my legs, my hands gripping his hair. The timestamp shows 2 PM on a Thursday, when he should have been teaching Renaissance Art. There are six more videos in the thread. “Elena, stop.” Sofia tries to grab my phone from the front seat. I keep scrolling through the comments instead. Thousands of them, multiplying by the second. *She is a slut who knew exactly what she was doing*

He heard voices in the room and an arm wrapped around his shoulders, halting the march. -You cannot go in there now.- Mikhail, one of the young wolves, scowled at him. -What are you talking about. My partner is there. Did you see what happened yesterday. -Steicer is good evidence- Mikhail pointed to the wolf who was rubbing his elbow for a moment- she made him eat the ground- at the end behind the mask of a serious man, he laughed, remembering the facts. -If you repeat it again I swear you will regret it- the wolf shouted from the other side of the room, but his friend just ignored him

'' Noted sir, i'll be waiting" The voice answered and the line suddenly went dead. Hansel swiftly scrolled through the phone for a while and spontaneously stopped, clicking on an image of a young 18years old; ebony black curry haired girl whose complexion was of neutral sand undertone with hooded eyes which was sky blue in colour and of round face shape and about 5.4ft. Finally laying hold of his target, he pressed the send command after which he continued his walk to his destination. The cold afternoon was quickly growing dark, and Elosie could see the lights of the city twinkling like fireflies in the distance as she intuitively came to a halt infront of the school's gate. While other kids

She was sort of my soul mate. Yes that is her!!! We understand each other blindly and we have an incredibly strong bond with each other. She always gets my full attention when we are in the same room together and I always try to accommodate her needs. If she's happy, so am I, and if she's not, I'll try my best to change it, like tonight. The chemistry between Josie and I is also right, we even have the same sense of humor and I can laugh with her at the dumbest jokes like no other person. Josie manages to see my world with different eyes and she shows me a new way, her way. I am not perfect. Absolutely not. I've had so many women and no one has been able to see inside me. I hurt many, no mos

Calliope's college, if anyone could have something to extract the cell eater, it would be Iris De Compte. “Earis… you have to calm down! Try to breathe okay… please,” Vanya said, tightening her grip around me, trying to stop me from crawling at my own throat. Every breath I inhaled made it worse, it felt like they gave off spores when they came in contact with oxygen, and each matured cell eater reproduced in hundreds. “Fuck! Alpha Voss would be looking for us now! Earis!” Marble screamed in frustration. “Okay, that's enough! Keep your eyes on the road and stop yelling. Not everyone can heal as fast as you!” Vanya ordered.

I growled, my voice low and dangerous, my coldness seeping into every syllable. Marco’s brow furrowed, but before he could respond, I tapped the next message—a video attachment. The screen flickered to life, and my world tilted. Viktor Salazar filled the frame, his scarred face twisted in a sadistic leer, a lot of cigars glowing red in his hand. Behind him, Ethan hung from a rusted chain in a grimy warehouse, his wrists raw, his hazel eyes wide with agony. Victor pressed the cigar to Ethan’s forearm, the sizzle of burning flesh cutting through the audio,

A soul eater. What the heck was a soul eater doing in Chiara-serafina's body? Simus, also known as soul eaters, were a slimy creature that lived in one's body, slowly killing them. They were generational curses, passed down from one generation to another. Jacob was quick to crush the slimy creature once it was out of her body. He shifted back into human and I made sure to not look as he wore his clothes back. Once he was fully dressed, he knelt next to me, taking his unconscious sister in his hand. I stood up and rested against the door of a stall, watching as Chiara slept like a child in her brother's hand.

They were beautiful, but it would be more beautiful if Syne appeared. Unfortunately, she wasn't the one who appeared. "I don't think Syne loved butterflies," The voice added, still not showing his face. "Who is he?" I asked Fermine. "You told us Syne loved butterflies!" Via added. "Are you kidding us?" "I think it's more of Uriel since he usually turned the souls into butterflies before they reincarnate," The voice explained. His voice is baritone and I can say it is full of sarcasm. "Who are you?" Via pulled out his knife even though I knew we were nothing against them. "Where is my brother?"

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.