Spirit Albarn Soul Eater Novels & Stories

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.

The Children of the Blessed were idiots; they were fools. "Other than more recruits for me, and you staying well away from the wall, we have no idea what all these attacks mean," the mercenary continued. Particularly if the High Wiz begin to show up— or, worse still, one of the High Lords. They would make the virelya appear to be canines. I examined her rough, scarred hands, which were dried out by the weather. "Have you ever encountered a different kind of Witch?" "You don't want to know, girl—not unless you want to be hurling up your breakfast," she said as her eyes closed.

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

I leaned against the doorframe, a slim cigarette between my fingers. Smoke blurred my face. The suffocating feeling of being buried alive from my last life still lingered. I looked at the familiar surroundings and knew with certainty I had been reborn back to this deadly night. “Have you gone mute? I’m talking to you!” Sonny strode over impatiently. The blade hidden in his sleeve pressed against my face, sliding slowly downward until it stopped at my carotid artery. “Keep staring at me like that, and I’ll slash up your face and throw you into the Hudson to feed the fish. You’ve already served your purpose anyway.”

"It’s a localized virus. If we can neutralize the source... the format might stop. But I can't get close! It’s... it’s anti-matter for my soul, Elara!" "I have to do it," I said. My voice was a whisper, a glitchy echo in the wind. "You can't!" Silas lunged for me, but he fell through my transparent form, crashing to the dissolving ground. "You’re already halfway to the static! If you touch that orb, you’ll be the first thing deleted!" "I'm already being deleted, Silas!" I screamed back. "At least this way, it means something!" I turned to Sarah. She was the only one in the square who was truly "real"—she was the anchor I had built with my own soul. She was the "Legacy File" that had been gra

Around the pillar, a dozen Void-Wolves were circling, their translucent bodies rippling as they fed on the remains of his Alpha-aura. "Eryx!" I started toward the water, but the Chronicler grabbed my arm. "The water is the Abyss itself, Darlene. If you touch it without a soul-anchor, you will become an Echo-Dweller yourself". "I am the soul-anchor!" I shouted, the fire in my blood reaching its boiling point. I looked at my son. He looked back at me, and I felt a strange, telepathic push. He didn't want me to stay back. He wanted to go with me.

he said, “I need to intercept the interceptors.” Gibor’s voice dropped. “Then you don’t go as yourself.” Tharien’s laugh was humorless. “I don’t have another self.” Gibor’s gaze sharpened. “You do,” he said. “You just don’t like him.” Tharien’s hands clenched. Gibor continued. “You draw them off,” he said. “You become the visible thread. You let her vanish.” Tharien swallowed. The bond flared faintly—warm for half a second, like a weak pulse of light in a dying wire. Not comfort. Not peace.

“She belongs to me. I will control her.” Arlene’s eyes flashed with unrelenting power. “Not anymore. Your corruption ends now.” She raised her hand, and the light around her expanded, blinding in its brilliance. The spiritual plane itself seemed to bend to her will. I felt the energy shift, the suffocating darkness that had threatened to consume me beginning to unravel and break apart. Damien’s form began to distort, his jagged edges losing their definition as the power of Arlene’s light overwhelmed him. He screamed—an inhuman sound that reverberated through the spiritual realm—before his presence fractured, splintering into nothingness.

He thought it had been lost to time, extinct, or destroyed during the war between Elves and humans but here it was, with his despicable nephew. The Soul Crucible was no ordinary artifact. It was a soul-forged furnace created by the Earth Spirit himself, capable of incinerating spirits, demons, even celestial beings into absolute nothingness. It erased their essence completely, severing them from the cycle of reincarnation. To be cast into the Crucible was to cease to exist. Forever.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.