Spider Witch Soul Eater Novels & Stories

I stared at the ferocious creature. “That is a soul eater. It used to be rampant around the time when witches ruled the land but was banished alongside it's master” He pointed to the book in my hand. “It needs a master and for someone to sabotage every attempt I've made to find it. That person has to be working in the palace too. Very powerful” He confirmed and my frown deepened. We both stared at each other for a while and silence reigned before I sighed. “I don't think I can be of much help to you considering my current state” I pointed out, my voice sad.

“The Potestatem Vitae Mortem is a very powerful spell. Whoever is looking to cast this spell would have lost their soul and committed a grievous act. Do you have an idea who it might be?” Azazel releases a relieved sigh. “We believe that it’s an ancient witch who killed her coven several years ago. But we’re not sure. Those two creatures were the ones from Amara’s vision. I believe that the creature that let out the unearthly scream is the one that is taking the powers. One of the girls they killed was a banshee.”

PRESENT "You've got to fix it all, Sevina." Orion, the black crow that had been kept inside Queen Sevina's quarters ever since she set foot on Earthoria, spoke with a voice that only Queen Sevina will hear and understand. He was the spiritual guardian that was sent together with her to make sure Sevina would oblige on the request of the people who summoned her there.

"I don't get it. Why falling in love helps us?" She slowly turned and pulled on a weak smile as she grabbed my hand. "My dear, sweet Alice. The person you are bound by has the other half of your soul. After a witch is born, their souls are cut in half and sent to our destiny. Once you find that destiny, your life is complete. You will become the most powerful witch." Her words still ring in my head after she died that day. Still confused and a bit skeptical about this ordeal. Daniel was the love of my life, but after hearing about half-souls from Octavia, I never had those solid feelings for Daniel.

I spat on his overcoat. “Do you see!” Mathis turned and gestured to the spittle seeping down his shirt. “She’s still possessed by the witch. She told me this one commands her.” He turned on Udora. “What?” Udora blinked in horror. “But I’m not a witch! I don’t command Saria. If anything, she tells me about!” "It’s true!" I cried. Trying to defend her. Mathis gave a whistle that echoed through the corridors and foyer of WitchFall.

Using most of her strength, she took a closer look at Calleb’s soul and noticed that something was messing with his head and his heart. She gasped when she saw small wriggly creatures eating away his soul. Maggots. The same Maggots feasting on the rotting flesh of the monster that attacked them before. And they’re not just maggots that came from flies and insects and critters. But maggots that are conjured and twisted by a Necromancer. A witch of darkness. Ever so silent, Luntian began to chant a cleaning spell. Calling for the spirit of the fox. A great white fox appeared, and using its claws — it vanished the maggots from Calleb’s soul. But it was only a temporary solution.

he whispered into the wind before putting on his hat. "Rejoice Rubisviel, Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest and descendant of the great phantasmal Pendragon." he opened his hand revealing the last bullet he had that can kill the witch made from the bones of the Demon of Death Thanatos where the witch's name was engraved. She had wittily destroyed his equipment and supplies making it more difficult to kill her but this will never deter him. What she did made him more excited to face her and take her life.

Destiny works in strange ways, the witches and the wolves have been enemies for a long time, neither cross each other's boundaries and it is highly forbidden to ever mate with each other. Over the years, witches have been mated to wolves, but once the council finds out, they cast a spell to sever the bond immediately. The spell works, but the victim's life changes completely and he or she becomes an outcast, the spell also weakens his or her original powers causing such a person to become weak.

"Are you out of your mind?" Lukas asks her, "you want us to use Sarah as bait? You've got to be joking." "So what do you want us to use as bait? The bait has to be something the hunted wants. If we want to catch an animal, we have to give it what it wants. She wants Sarah, we give her Sarah. We'll have witches and," she says with emphasis when Lukas wants to interrupt, "werewolves to protect her. I'd go a million times if I could, but my going would be useless," Katrina returns.

Her back pressed and flowed with hundreds about her, and she swam in the complex surge of bodies, mostly her own folk pushing against many Romans and a few beasts. She felt every one of them die, though, like a finger jab to the back or gut. Her spells weren’t broken because of the rush of the war over her position. Every life, every soul, every damnation Weaver felt course into the mystic funnel she’d created in the ether-world. The souls and spirits that poured over her came to make her feel so full, like after a feast of venison and roots.