Soul Eater Warzone Novels & Stories

Evelyn looked up, blood soaking her face. “You’re no longer Alaric.” “No,” he smiled. “I am the perfect fusion of both worlds. The god you are unworthy to comprehend. Azrael has returned — and your blood, Evelyn, will complete the ritual.” The ground shook. From the ship’s hull, thousands of black-blood energy lances rained down. The entire Abyss District drowned in crimson fire. Lucien shielded her, slammed into the stone wall, his glowing blood spraying in droplets. Evelyn lunged toward him, but he seized her wrist.

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

Once more it made its way over to him, this time it jogged. Warren struck the match, the smell of sulfur attacked his nose. He tossed the match into the barbecue, and the burners roared to life, and Warren raised the mass of metal over his head and, and tossed it just as the undead beast returned to the pool of gas. The creature exploded in flames and Warren fought to untangle himself from the eidolon. Archon aided him and pulled back. For a moment Warren struggled, and the eidolon returned to whence it came. Warren pressed his Radio, “This is Warren Vandal. Target eliminated.”

[TRIGGER WARNING: Contains violence.] Hell broke loose, bringing all of Enzo's demons into the warzone. Blood red obscured Enzo's vision and he was no less than a raging bull. Ready to trample anything that got in his way. A sea of dead men lay before him, but his bloodlust wasn't quenched yet. Not until he ripped out Antonio's soul to shreds.

He was the Eastern Warzone Master, Gaia Amatsu. The one on the right was a gentleman that looked elegant, but each move he made screamed viciousness and brutality. He was the Central Warzone Master, Baron Von Doom. “Andrius Moonshade! How audacious of you!” “Andrius Moonshade! What do you think you are doing!?” The two of them roared like dragons as they stopped Andrius. Kabaam! The two of them jumped in front of the Emperor to block Andrius’ sudden attack. Both of them glared at Andrius fiercely.

I wheezed. He squeezed harder and for a moment, black dots danced in my eyes. My claws twitched, ready to lash out but even I wasn’t stupid enough to attack a Redmoon warrior. These men weren’t normal wolves. They were the violent and dreaded lycans. They were killers raised on war. He finally dropped me like I weighed nothing and I fell to my knees, gasping and rubbing my sore neck. Another warrior snorted. “Should chain her somewhere. She talks too much.”

Hidden System function has been triggered! [The Host may sacrifice all his vitality to awaken the consciousness of the Female Protagonist, Sophia Cartwright, allowing her spirit to return to her body!] “Sacrifice my vitality? What does that mean?” [After sacrificing all your vitality, the Female Protagonist’s consciousness will be forcibly reactivated, and her body will be fully restored by the power of the System. However, the Host will lose all vitality, your soul will be destroyed, and you’ll be erased from existence in this world.]

hadn't been fully contained. Laila felt a familiar chill. She asked him what he meant. Silas laid a tablet on the table. It showed a map of London, then Paris, then Berlin. In each city, a similar mist was beginning to appear in the harbor districts. The Soul Eaters weren't unique to Oakhaven; they were a global phenomenon, a side effect of the weakening of the supernatural barriers worldwide. He told them that the Aegis was already on the move, but they were using the mist as an excuse to implement "Population Control" measures in the European packs.

I have seen many wolves beg for their lives. I have seen warriors cry. I have seen traitors swear loyalty when a blade touched their throat. You know what fear smells like? It is sharp. It is bitter. It is easy to read. The Omega lying on my land did not smell like fear. He smelled tired. Not just his body,. His soul. I mind-linked the warriors who were approaching. They went back to wherever they were coming from. “Austin Gray,” I said quietly, repeating his name as he lay on the ground before me.