Spirit Albarn Soul Eater Novels & Stories

Darren’s soul screamed out of fear, trying to escape desperately, while roaring, “How dare you try to kill me? How dare you! You’ll be dead meat soon. I’m a guardian of Leviathan Gate. The people of Leviathan Gate will definitely avenge my death, they will never let you off the hook!” As he spoke, he was about to make another escape. People who practiced spirit arts like him could still become human even if they were dead, as long as their souls were not destroyed. Unfortunately, he shouldn’t count his chickens before they hatched. Just as he ran for another distance of less than ten meters, his soul suddenly emitted a flash of light. Soon after, it disintegrated completely into nothingness.

I pressed it into the soft, shaking flesh beneath his chin, forcing his head back until he had to look at me. "Tell me about the ritual," I commanded. "Not the 'Goddess rising' fairy tale Thorne feeds the servants. Tell me the mechanics. How does he take the power?" Arthur’s resolve didn't just break; it shattered like the glass bottles behind him. He began to sob, a wet, ugly sound that filled the small room. "It’s not... it’s not just a transfer, Ryder. You don't understand what he’s become. Thorne isn't just an Alpha anymore. He’s been practicing the Old Hunger. He’s an 'Eater of Souls'."

the hunter said. Sybil grinned, she was back to her senses after going berserk. “elle viendra pour toi, je sais qu'elle le fera,” Sybil said with her last breaths. The hunter dragged her body on top of the temple. They drew a circle with six rays to sacrifice the soul and body of the said greatest Alpha. The ritual was said to bring chaos to the mind of all Alpha. Using Sybil’s blood and the power of the necromancer they can eliminate them all leaving beta’s behind, and without an Alpha to rule them, it would be easy to kill them off.

It stayed at the edges of the district, a white, hungry wall that surrounded the docklands. Laila collapsed as the silver light finally died. Kaden was there before she hit the ground, pulling her into his arms. He looked at the retreating fog, and then at Elias. He asked the boy how he did that. Elias sat down on the concrete, his small frame shaking. He said the Archive had shown him the "Lullaby of the Moon." He told them that the Soul Eaters were vibrations of hunger and that the Silverbacks were the only ones who knew the counter note. But he told Laila that he couldn't do it alone for much longer. He said the "chorus" wasn't a metaphor.

Something about Reverend McIlvian, also? The nightmare’s dread fingers finally faded. I turned off the lamp and settled back down to sleep. As I drifted off, however, two thoughts bubbled to the surface. One: I thought I’d finally identified the markings carved on the altar. They were, insanely enough, like the yellow sign on the onyx stone set in McIlvian’s ring. Two? Bobby Simmons had been in the nightmare. Kneeling next to me. Feasting on one of the dead skinned dogs, tearing at its rancid and bloating flesh like a wild animal . . .

After all, now that they had passed on in peace, they wouldn’t end up turning into evil spirits… Either way, now that they were gone, Gerald drew the Astrabyss Sword before starting to mutter some odd incantations… The spell Gerald was chanting was known as Soul Eater, and casting it enabled him to completely exterminate villainous spirits. As Gerald had earlier said, any spirits caught within the punishing spell wouldn’t be able to be reincarnated… While Gerald rarely used the spell, he knew he had to use it on the dead Soul Hunters. After all, they deserved this punishment, and Gerald wasn’t about to let them die in peace and escape judgment.

Evelyn actually believes the poisons are restorative tonics. The Soul-Eater is working well. Her spirit wolf will weaken bit by bit. Soon, both she and her pathetic pup will die screaming.

She gestured to Mateo, "Please continue. I promise no one will interrupt." Nothing could disguise the exhaustion and worry in Mateo's face while he spoke. "We are plagued by a spirit known as El Silbon. He is a pale giant with a wide-brimmed hat and on his back a bag of bones. He whistles through the night air looking for victims." "Pfft," Theria scoffed, "We have spiritual experts for that stuff." Grace silenced her with a single glare and motioned for Mateo to continue. "We have tried all of our rituals and prayers, but El Silbon remains. He will continue to kill until there is no one left."

He was the first to reach the safe land, and out of the six of them that made it to the lava lake, only two of them; Jakub and the ninth man. They reached the waterfall and Jakub’s greedy eyes shone as he could already make out the stone in the distance. They walked further towards it, and before they got to it, they were stopped by an invisible barrier. They began hearing a strange voice. It was the voice of Eldoria; the realm who was also a spirit, and in whose lands the goddess had bestowed the stone for safe keep. The same spirit who turned out to be a soul-eater. Rather than pursue the men that came after the stone, Eldoria kept eating their souls and was never satisfied. Eldoria, the s

It was not Luis Park but Nayna! He moved at her and helped. Her face was burnt! "This..." Luis Park didn't know this! He is useless. The Soul Sentinels can disappear and appear as real soul do. They can also make some damages. Especially that red one! It can burn a person! "....." Luis Park didn't know what to do! Yet he blunted a word that he always did. "Time Machine." Yet... That call didn't reach... "...." To be continued... Satou, D Vote ITIBT for more updates.