Soul Eater Warzone Novels & Stories

“Why are you always like this, Callum? All you had to do was to stay still and let me handle everything was that too much for you? Was it necessary to throw a chair at her?” I lowered my eyes to the hostel floor and whispered my apology to the chaos around us hoping that the hands of time could be moved backwards and the mess would be fixed. But nothing happened. Nothing ever happens. A firm hand was placed on my shoulders and Killian placed his forehead against mine, hoping to touch the darkest bits of my soul. “It's okay, brother. Everything would be fine.” No everything wouldn't be fine. It would never be fine until we end this war, until we end the Blue Lily pack. Especially not when the

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

God of War, “What you said just now is an order rather than inquiry. You are clearly telling me, then I have to help you, not asking me if I can help.” I want crazy. Was Evan mad? I made my character stand and resurrect Evan. System: “Lucifer use the Seven Star Soul Summoning Technique to return your soul to its original position.” Evan’s POV: I looked at the screen and grinned. I typed, “You are little good…” I had not finished typing yet. System: “Lucifer’s ghost vine hit you and you receive 5000 damage. System: “Lucifer’s Nine Hearts Begonia hit you and you receive 3000 damage.

Jace Smirnov prostrates himself at Adrik's feet, pleading for forgiveness. "Once again, the same meaningless nonsense." Crying, pleading for compassion, shit' I despise it." He kicked Jace off his feet and sat down on the sofa. "A-Adrik I apologise; nonetheless, I am eager to sign a deal with you. "Please don't kill me," pleaded Jace. Adrik leaned back on the sofa, his gaze fixed on the ceiling's luxuriously costly lamp hanging. Jace had a chance to save himself from Adrik. He noticed an IMI Tavor TAR-21 in the hands of one of his bodyguards. Jace crept gently towards it, but__

"What the hell did you do the man?" "The hell that supposed to be done a long time ago." "What the fuck!! I remember you now. You worked in Washington's military zone before?" "Yes, you know me and I know you are a little kid back then, but you're now a grown-up man and now, I want us to teamwork. I can control all this zombies you can also do the same, they can't bite us. I will feed them with humans flash I mean those people that won't abide by my rules! If we come across any living soul."

Energy Grid soared up, carrying Warzone toward the test tubes full of hybrids. Warzone summoned a bow and arrow. Energy Grid flung Warzone toward them and she shot multiple arrows at the tubes, linking them together. “I’m done,” Warzone said. She started descending. But Energy Grid caught her in midair. Time returned to normal. “Vice Grip! Primal! Now!” Warzone hollered. Then Primal grabbed Vice Grip and threw him toward Thorne with the strength of a gorilla. Vice Grip began spiraling clockwise like a football and charged up his hands.

"The Void-Eater... it’s not in Zora. It’s in the child." Dante stands up, his eyes no longer brown, but a deep, swirling Obsidian. The sacrifice wasn't a loss of power; it was a dormancy period. The Wolf is back, but it’s not Dante’s anymore. It belongs to his daughter. Dante looks at Elena with a smile that isn't human. "You wanted the Sovereign, Mother? Meet the End of the World." The tracker in Zora’s neck shatters as the darkness swallows the Rig.

A sound like a thousand screaming souls echoed through the air. "What is that?" I asked, a new kind of dread filling my chest. Rowan’s face went white. "The Northern Gate... it doesn't hold wolves, Kaima. It holds the things that hunted us before the moon was born." From the black smoke, a shape began to emerge. It was miles high, with a thousand wings and eyes that looked like dying stars. "The Soul-Eaters are coming," the Grand Alpha whispered before his head finally slumped forward. I looked at Rowan. I looked at my tired, broken army. We had just won a war, but the world was ending.

I lunged. The corporate tower is gone, but the "Auto-System" has sent a "Default Pack" of glitching white wolves to replace Elara’s family! It’s a war for the very soul of the forest. Can the "Original" Silver Moon Pack defeat a "System-Generated" army that doesn't feel pain and doesn't know how to die?**

[Soul Forge (Epic Rank): This forbidden art grants the user dominion over the souls of the recently departed, twisting their essence into loyal, obedient undead warriors. Soul Reaping: The user has the power to gather the souls of the departed, adding them to their arsenal of spectral warriors. The number of souls required to summon a warrior depends on strength and type. Spirit Bonding: Through an intricate ritual, the user can bind these souls to a chosen weapon or armour, imbuing them with otherworldly energy. Phantom Conjuring: By channelling their will through the bound weapon or armour, the user can summon a spectral warrior from the collected souls. The type of warrior summoned depend