Soul Society Food Novels & Stories

Mates found each other’s blood to taste like ambrosia because everything was meant to call out to their mate, that included. I raised an eyebrow once she opened her eyes, and the blush was immediate. ‘There’s a reason why certain species consume pure souls. Purity gives them a taste that is almost like a drug. Trust me that the souls that you purified and became yours taste delicious,’ she explained, licking her lips. I groaned because now I was turned on and time was of the essence so we would just have to put it on the backburner for now. I would reward my mate with a mind-blowing fuckfest once we were successful with this.

He was genuinely sorry. "It’s okay my boy." Dr. Alexander shook his head to cheer up everyone. "Its getting cold". Rachel pointed at the breakfast turning cold. "No way I am not having porridge. I want scrambled eggs with bacon.." Russell was whinning like a little baby. "Russell. Only today please. I will treat you tomorrow with your favorite food. please... " Carson pleaded but he was shaking his head in a big no. "I don’t want to eat this. I want omlate." Russell said sternly. Even his parents failed to make him agree. He was sitting there arms crossed on his chest, stomping his feet as a sign of disagreement.

Now I just had to let her know that I will be leaving again before the sunrise. Dinner was indeed great, I didn’t have the heart to tell her that my favorite meal was something Shawna had introduced me to. It was what she called soul food. She made stewed chicken, mashed potatoes, baked macaroni and cheese, collard greens, and honey buttered cornbread, my mouth watered just thinking about it. I remember after I was done eating I slept for hours. She laughed, and said I had caught something called the itis, whatever that is. “Hey what are you thinking about. You seem so far away, Is something wrong?” Scarlett asked with a worried expression. “No, no nothing is wrong. I just need to get some

‘’Uh yes, you sit there and we’ll talk once you’re done eating,’’ Miles patted her back encouragingly. Sophia shrugged and took the seat. Brinda had prepared light and tasty food for her. Her diet was supposed to be spice free. Rice and soft tortillas with veggies were served to her. It looked like a proper healthy plate. What more? It looked damn promising despite being just vegetables. Its taste was even better than it looked. And just like that, Sophia was munching on her food, mostly ignoring everyone else around. Miles sat two chairs away from her and was tapping on his phone all the time. Whilst, her nutritionist, Brinda, also sat in front of Sophia and distracted herself with the pres

"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.

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

"I hope you are right, Shalom and hope those two will live after that." "We will make sure they live." Shalom said, but his voice held a tinge of doubt. *** (Aurora) Aurora started at the food in front of her. It was too much. There was sweet corn soup, baked chicken, chicken lasagne, cheese quesadilla, tortilla wraps filled with veggies and meat, mashed potatoes, and the brownie she had bought from Sweet Tooth for dessert, and she was so hungry. Yes. Food was her guilty pleasure. Always had been, always will be.

"Just a few? Candy Crush and the like? Open my bag, and you’ll see a plate inside. Take it to the kitchen and ask Favour to warm it up when she’s done cooking the soup. It’s my leftover food from the office. I didn't really have the appetite to eat much, but I’m sure it’s still good since it was hot when served." "Okay." Glory stands up and walks to the bag, removing the white plastic plate with a blue cover. "Wow! It is beautiful. Is their company food even good?" Glory asks as she unboxes the white nylon Anita used to tie the plate. "Yes, it’s delicious. Just have Favour warm it up; I didn't ask you to eat it." Glory opens the plate of food, and the aroma is tantalizing, like party jollof

“Luntian, what's on your menu today?” Luntian giggled at the sight of Accashia’s smile. It was so bright that her soul sparked and glowed like the sun. So warm and gentle. Strong and yet innocent. “As always, it’s grilled rabbit and mushroom soup. Calleb managed to forage some beans so there’s beans in the soup.” “Really?” Accashia wondered. “I thought he prefers to eat his meals raw…” The old Shaman giggled then shook her head. “Well he doesn’t really forage for himself.” A pause.