Soul X Maka Novels & Stories

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.

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

cute. When I arrived at her place, people were already starting to arrive. Colorful lights were flashing everywhere and loud party music was blasting. She told me she wanted to do a “Euphoria” inspired party. “Happy birthday, my soulmate!” I screamed when I saw her, she ran towards me and I gave her a tight hug! “Ugh, I love you my main bitch.” She said and lightly smacked my butt. I handed her the paper bag I was holding containing my gift for her. “What’s this? Thank you so much!”

We feel his power, his malice, beating once again with life as strong and vengeful as ever. “It’s time,” I utter, disappearing and reappearing at the edges of Invictus land. Isolde looks over, nodding in respect along with the other makkares spaced out for miles, each accompanied by a sanguidae, forming a circle around the entire pack far beyond where I can see them. I can see the magical link tying each sanguidae to their respective makkari, not only allowing the makkari to manipulate their senses but somewhat temper their craze. Not by much, but enough to be of use.

Jordyn's eyes were filled with remorse. “Another question: yesterday I shook this guy's hand, and instantly a red design appeared on his neck. What does that mean?” Glancing down at my teacup. She gave me these big googly eyes and said, “It's called a love flame. It is similar to the mate bond. He's soul-bound to you. He can see, hear, and feel what you are doing. If you allowed him to. Did he notice you were his mate?” She smiled at me.

All of them looked to Mae. Ashar stepped beside Riven, eyes wide, not in fear, but in reverence. “This, this was my people’s dream,” he whispered. “To restore the bond between existence and nature, to call back what was lost.” “We called them Soulkind,” he added. “But no one had seen them since the Fall.” Mae’s voice broke through the quiet, soft and strong. “If I have a choice…” she said, finally looking at them both, “between becoming what Kaine was, what the Council is, or building something better.” Her eyes shimmered, but she didn’t cry. “Then I choose creation. Every time.” The Soulkind gathered at her feet. One nudged its head into her palm. And then they bowed, not as subjects, but a

It doesn’t take too long for her to answer and she tells me, “I’m glad to hear from you, sweet pea. How is everything going?” “Good… overall. Things are a bit confusing.” I answer as I pull my knees to my chest. She tells me, “Talk about it.” “Xavier found a way to harness souls for power.” I pause as I hear her gasp and exclaim in disbelief, “He did what?!”

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

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