Soul Eaters Song นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He pulled a small, black whistle from his belt—made of human bone. "You think a little light can stop me?" Silas screamed. "I have spent fifty years preparing for this! If I cannot have the Origin, then no one will have a soul!" He blew the whistle. The sound wasn't a noise. It was a frequency that made the very air curdle. Far off in the North, a sound answered. A sound of a gate being ripped open again. Not by a Soul-Eater, but by something smaller. Something faster. The ground beneath our feet began to turn into black glass.

The Genesis-Titan let out a roar that wasn't a greet, but a "Sovereign Command." "I AM THE HUNGER!" And the boy began to eat the souls of the Elite Viewers.

Suddenly a familiar deep soothing singing fills the air. " nagekanaide anata wa doushitara watashi wo yurushitekuremasu ka." ( Don't cry... What can I do for you to forgive me?) V7 is singing?! Holy S**** He can sing?! And this well??!!!!! Why did he stop??? I stood in shock as the familiar song softly lulls me. It was the traditional Version's song, a prayer for forgiveness to those who met their end before fulfilling their purpose in life because they were too late or incompetent to save them.

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.

but. "Danger! Root! Beets! R****h!" Olivia hooted. "Hotpot *hoot*!" Caihong perched atop Chen's head and hooted. But Ah Yin and Chen didn't have the mind to pay attention to them. "Spirit Fusion," Ah Yin gazed at the two men in front of her. Both of their original Martial Souls only flashed for a moment before fusing but she saw it— A red r****h and a Black Beetroot.

The song reached beyond the Dead Lands, beyond the living world, threading into the space between existence and echo. “No,” I whispered between notes, terror slicing through my focus. The song didn’t answer. It surged. I felt Kenny not through distance or magic, but through blood and soul. His presence flared bright and wild, emerald light blazing as the song found him where he stood, far away and afraid. “Mama?” his voice echoed faintly, carried on the melody like a fragile harmony. Kael turned toward me, eyes wide with understanding. “Lyra,” he said urgently, fighting his way toward me as the ground began to dissolve into shimmering light. “It’s pulling us in.”

she says with a smile and I smile in return. I turn on the radio and one of my favorite songs was playing, Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I glance at Jennifer and I see a small smile on her face. I let out a relieved breath and think about the fact I'm sitting with my crush. Thoughts drift back to the last week of her keeping me company in the hospital.

"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.

I hold up a hand to him as I start to feel every bone in my body cracking, not braking so much as reshaping into something else, but the heat it’s bringing is entirely too overwhelming. As I’m withering on the ground in pain Westley and Keen are coxing me to hold on that it’s not going to be much longer. At least that’s what I think they were saying, because I couldn’t hear them I could only feel the emotions that they are radiating towards me. The only words that take shape in my brain are Keen’s tell me “whatever you do don’t pass out Rose bud, just hold on my love use my strength just draw it towards you through our mate bond.” I’m holding onto my consciousness for dear life drawing his s