Wikipedia Soul Eater Novels & Stories

I’d seen this before. The animals used in the ritual would have rotted almost instantly under the corruption. By the time anyone arrived, only their heads would remain. Flesh stripped away, soul torn loose. That alone told me enough. In the underworld, everything is reversed. Leaving the head behind wasn’t mercy—it was a signature. A Soul Harvester. Nearby, the writhing mass of worms melted into a slick puddle, spreading across the tiles until it resembled the outline of a whale. Eira and I slowly lifted our eyes to each other.

Carissa felt her lips stiffen; she wasn't sure what to say in front of Rey. . "I know, this must feel foreign to you, but you know, every day, you will be here accompanying me to work, or at least we will meet to let go," Rey smiled when telling her the habits she used to do with Bella. Carissa, who heard that, smiled faintly. The love story of Bella and Rey was very sweet; it's just that fate was so cruel, Bella actually died, and now there is only Bella's body filled with Carissa's soul.

Devours me. This isn't mere obsession. It’s not some whim. It’s her. Our fated mate. Mine. My brothers’. The soul that has belonged to us since before this life. There’s something about her that pulls at me mercilessly. Something primal. Instinctive. Savage. I couldn’t just sit still and wait for fate to correct its mistake. So I did what I do best: I tracked her. I found her address. I infiltrated her apartment. I became her shadow. Her silent observer.

When I walk past Father’s study or I hear them arguing through the walls, I get a sense of the kind of people that I avoid in this world. Пожиратель душ. Soul Eaters. People whose entire existence depended largely on the other people they fed off from. They just don’t kill other people. They use them until there’s nothing left and they become insane or they lose their minds. I rise from my seat, picking up my purse. “It’s fine. I’d rather leave—” “You look just like your Mother.” My head snaps to him, blood running cold in my veins. The club and everything around me suddenly goes silent as I say, my voice laced with venom, “What do you know about my mother?"

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

"Did you want to do this Westley? .. No your going to keep being the coward awesome NOW SHUT UP! Im sorry I didn’t realize how sheltered a life you have led, and your absolutely right I didn’t get to know you at all. But lets not get things twisted he’s not so innocent, do you want to know what his powers do?” She looks at me like a deer caught in head lights and just nods, “All the elders and witches my parents have consulted have had one word for it. He is known as a Stealer not of things but mates, and the reason why it’s called that is because he can make anyone feel the mate bond with him. Have you ever heard humming while you’re with him, but magically he vanishes before you know where

Soul Extraction Soul Extraction was an ability that was not best explained by its title. Rather than extracting the soul of a target, what Soul Extraction did was to allow an Asura to inherit the power and will of those they killed. The person didn’t have to be fully dead either; as long as their hearts were crushed, the Asura would inherit everything. Some speculated that this was the reason why Asuras were generally insane, for it was no easy feat to see the lives and heart of every person one killed and still be normal.

The European Council was dead, the cartel was ash, and her father was a ghost. But as Laila looked up at the dark, vaulted ceiling of the cavern, she felt a sudden, sharp spike of ice pierce the back of her brain. It wasn't a frequency from the engines, and it wasn't a memory of the ancestors. It was a message from across the eastern ocean a deep, low vibration that carried the scent of cherry blossoms, sulfur, and the unmistakable, suffocating clicking of a billion Soul-Eaters waking up beneath the mountains of Japan.

Desmond Deville was ranked just under Marcus Novak, which meant he was wealthy and incredibly powerful. My stomach twisted painfully, and I had but a moment’s notice before I was bent over, hurling up the contents of my dinner. My nose burned and my eyes watered, but I couldn’t register the pain over my frantic thoughts. It wasn’t like I hadn’t killed before. Many rogues died during the battle, especially when I used my ability to subdue them. This, however, was confirmation of what I was. A soul-eater. What good could come out of a gift so horrible? What was even worse was how euphoric it felt, how strong and bloated with power I was. Disgust poured from my mouth in the form of acidic vomit

"What do you usually eat?" Kael was silent for a moment. "I don't require food." "Then what do you run on?" "Negative emotions," his voice was quiet. "Fear. Despair. Anger." I nodded. "Oh. So you're an emotion recycler. Basically, a supernatural social worker." 【Comment 1: A social worker??? Sweetie, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about what 'devouring soul echoes' means?】 【Comment 2: Can't she see it? As Kael talks, the lingering resentment from players who died in fear is getting sucked into his body like black smoke!】