Spider Witch Soul Eater Novels & Stories

She rejoiced that the collar was gone from her neck but now only fear could be seen in her small face. "A sorcerer" She murmured as she took a step back in a startle. Her last wish was to be taken in by a sorcerer, but her misfortune struck a jackpot and served her with the last boss who probably would want to use her as a sacrifice! She knew she had very bad luck and often met misfortune but today, this misfortune was a thousand, no a million folds worse than ever!

Layla replied and she laughed. “What good man? He was just dumb and that was what killed him.” She clicked her tongue. “His deranged way of thinking was what cursed his child to be born with two different souls in one body, the original soul would take control till she is of age, then that's when the battle would begin— a fight to take control and live like every other person.” Aurora ran her hand through her hair. “Too bad, I was the other soul, the witches called us ‘Postiche Soul’, what a grand name.”

I turned around and my gaze met with Teresa's. "Please..." She whispered. Her eyes were filled with tears and she had never looked as horrible as she did. I knew I looked confused. What did she want? "Queen Cassie. Mate of King Hades. I know who you are. Save my Father and brother.. please" she added. I wondered how wide my eyes looked as stared at her, shocked. For the first time in a long time, my wolf rose from within me, acknowledging her name as mate to Hades. I was doomed.

I’d heard that wild predators, like lions and tigers, disregard any other food once they tasted human flesh. Could it be that a taste of living energy made these things change their diet? Or was it just the natural evolution steps of paranormal scavengers? Like going from worm to caterpillar. Only the final transformation didn’t render a pretty butterfly, but a soul-eater demon? Shit! I needed answers, and I had no one to turn to with my questions! At least, no one that wouldn’t think I was ready for a straitjacket. Susan was dusting the bedrooms when I walked into the house, and came down to the first floor as soon as she heard the front door. I paused when I saw her on the stairs.

The street was narrow and old, cobblestones still visible beneath the tarmac at the edges, trees lining both sides and meeting overhead. "Twelve years ago," I said, "a witch from the Aldercroft Coven was fated to a wolf from the Cassin Pack. Southern territory. No previous alliance between the two families. The witch's name was Maren. She was young—late twenties—and, from what Rave described, she wasn't unlike you. Contained. Capable. Deeply invested in not being perceived as someone things happened to." Isabella said nothing. But she was listening with her whole body.

At least one of us was still hopeful. “It’s called spirit bird,” she said softly. “I found the spell in one of those old journals. The witch who wrote it spent her life studying souls. This little thing is… a piece of mine. Not just magic. Me. It can tag someone by taking a bit of them—hair, blood, skin. Once it has that, it can find them anywhere. Doesn’t matter how far. Doesn’t matter what stands in the way.” She paused, her voice lowering a little.

"Agatha, please...you misunderstand in your jealousy..." "Jealousy!" The witch screeched. "I hate you and all you stand for! This realm will die without you...you are all egotistical and vain creatures! You hunt and destroy my kind and those of my love, Lord Albescu...and the demons! Like the spider and the mosquito we all have the right to exist! But you! You have been found to be Lord Albescu's mate? What a joke, right?" Bethany was crying in pain, tears of blood, as she coughed up more blood under the witch's cruel spell trap.

I replied the commander. "What about Red?" Charlie asked. I reached down to Elena and placed my hands on her chest. I conected to my inner witch and began casting a Sage Spell. Sage spells have the ability to draw out energy from nature and deposit into a vessel. In this case, I'm making Elena the vessel for the nature energy. It's an advanced and highly dangerous spell but right now, that's the only thing that can awaken Elena. The only catch is that if I don't focus the energy of the right amount in her consciousness, Elena's soul could get sucked into 'The Mirror Dimension.'

He smiled and ruffled my hair. “It hurts, but I'm glad you and the princess are safe” he smiled at me. “I intentionally want us to spare that last assassin for investigation. I wanted him to eat his last meal before we get him arrested” I told Demetrius and he smiled. Getting him arrested won't be hard due to our sense of smell. Let him hide under the sea, Isidora will fetch him out. She is a siren witch by the way. A siren witch is an Aquatic creature. She can turn into a mermaid and can swim in the deepest ocean.

"FAT ONES. NOW I AM LOOKING AT TIN CANS." Elara floated forward. Her halo flared brighter. "Do not listen to her lies!" Elara shrieked. "She is a witch! A creature of darkness! She seeks to devour your souls!" Vespera looked at Elara. She saw the golden light. She saw the perfect skin, the innocent eyes. But through the Soul-Tether she shared with Cyprian, she felt something else. A nausea. A wrongness. She smells like rotting meat, Cyprian’s thought echoed in her mind.