Soul X Maka Novels & Stories

I want to tell this beauty-obsessed witch where she can stick it, but Xiu is acting as if Zor isn't affecting her. "Thank you. We weren't expecting such manners from the females harvested from Earth. So you must know I am Zor. The females beside me are my fellow Makskins. We are the true prizes this Harvest," Zor says proudly, and Xiu slightly bows her again. "Yes, we know who you are, and as for who is chosen first as the best prize...That is yet to be seen," Xiu replies as she slowly raises her head, and a smirk pulls at my mouth.

Levi yelled fiercely. “This is Immortal Doctor Guilherme Extraordinaire’s soul. You used some evil technique to turn him into this ugly thing. You’re the one who practices evil methods. You deserve to be punished by everyone. Hurry up and release Guilherme Extraordinaire’s soul!” Levi shouted. Alex smiled faintly. In the next second, Maiko Chiba moved. She had absorbed countless remnant souls in the Stake of Exorcism, and her strength had increased so much that she could now be compared to a ghost general if she was classified according to ghost rankings.

When Xyla saw her master’s facial expression, she knew that this thing was not as simple as it seemed. “Indeed, it is the Soul Devouring Potion. I didn’t think I’d still be able to see it in this lifetime. This thing originated from Memphis’ King of Poison, Sorax. It’s an ultimate technique that’s unique to him, and he never shared it with anyone else. Ten years ago, when Sorax died, this has supposedly disappeared from the world along with him,” Ron said truthfully. After saying that, Ron slowly closed the lid and put the bottle back on the coffee table.

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[Soul Palace] Strike their soul and be my sword! For those that pry on thee shall suffer an unstoppable agony! [Pain Infliction] I stroke back on the mental plane, both defense and offense! The soul palace is the fruit of all the hard work I put into creating the [Archive] A barricade made of all my familiars' modified consciousness, standing as my shield, material to build a palace around my soul! Not only protecting me from being attacked but also erodes the foreign souls that enter without my permission!

I have to wait to congratulate her until this is over. "Thank you. We weren't expecting such manners from the females harvested from Earth. So you must know I am Zor. The females beside me are my fellow Makskins. We are the true prizes this Harvest," Zor says with an air of pride, and Xiu slightly bows her head again. "Yes, we know who you are, and as for who is chosen first as the best prize...That is yet to be seen," Xiu replies as she slowly raises her head, and I come close to laughing again.

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.

"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."

Feeling that familiar iciness in the air surrounding them, the hairs on her body stood instantly. "Let's start with the basics, what is your name?" "Nicholas." What an ordinary name. So ghosts do have one. "You said something about being half dead and second chances, what does that mean?" "Recovering my memories gives me access to my body and its location." Oh, so he doesn't know where his body is. Poor ghost. "But, why me?" "I told you. Soulmate." All strength left her. Conversations with this ghost led nowhere.

I’ve only felt this way once—when I first fell for Michael. But not anymore, that love faded. And this? This feels like something else. Something new. The air was quickly filled with Waltz performance "Faults" by Marika Hackman. We moved slowly, enjoying every step. He didn't get his eyes off me, and that made me even want to rest my head on his chest. But no! I dare not. This is the almighty Stefan Andres and I don't want to be the talk of town.