Souleater Stories

ɴᴇʟʟᴀ ɴᴇʙʙɪᴀ ᴅɪ ᴜɴᴀ ʟᴏɴᴅʀᴀ ꜱᴘᴇᴛᴛʀᴀʟᴇ, ᴄᴀꜱꜱᴀɴᴅʀᴀ ᴄʀᴇꜱᴄᴇ ɪɴᴠɪꜱɪʙɪʟᴇ, ꜱᴏꜱᴘᴇꜱᴀ ᴀʟʟ'ᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ᴅɪ ᴜɴ ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇʀɴᴏ: ᴜɴ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴘᴀɴ ꜱɪɴɪꜱᴛʀᴏ. ɪʟ ᴛᴇʀʀɪꜰɪᴄᴀɴᴛᴇ ʀɪᴛᴏʀɴᴏ ᴅɪ ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴢᴢᴇʀÀ ᴘᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴍᴘʀᴇ ʟᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟᴛÀ ᴅᴇʟʟᴀ ʀᴀɢᴀᴢᴢᴀ. ᴜɴ ɪɴᴄᴜʙᴏ ᴘꜱɪᴄᴏʟᴏɢɪᴄᴏ ᴅᴀ ᴄᴜɪ ꜰᴜɢɢɪʀᴇ È ᴏʀᴍᴀɪ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙɪʟᴇ. ── ⋆ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ: @ viciouss

​Serena stopped her advance, throwing Hades a deeply annoyed, venomous glare as her silver static flared defensively. "Are you kidding me right now? I am in the middle of a literal war, and you want me to balance your ledger? Hades, I'm off the clock!" ​"The deficit doesn't care about your schedule," Hades replied smoothly. ​At that exact microsecond, three elite Deity Hunters dropped from the ceiling, successfully launching a heavy, anti-primordial runic net straight over her shoulders. The dark chains instantly sizzled against her skin, trying to force her to her knees with an ancient binding decree. ​Serena effortlessly caught the soul canister in her left hand, completely unbothered by the crushing gravity of the net. She looked through the glowing purple mesh, completely deadpan, and looked back at Hades. ​"See?" "I'm a little busy here!" ​"Fine," Serena snapped, giving him a deeply irritated look. "Who do you want first? You know, you're kind of messing up my whole 'monster caught in a net' vibe." ​Hades let out a bored huff, crossing his arms over his sharp suit. "Are you going to play in the net all day or actually get some work done?" ​While Serena flexed her shoulders, letting her silver static flare just enough to melt the runic ropes into a puddle of useless slag, Hades casually looked over the panicked crowd of rebels. The Slack demon was currently trying to squeeze his multiple chins behind a cracked pillar, sweating profusely. ​ "Get me the big one first." ​Serena stepped out of the smoking ruins of the net, weighing the heavy iron canister in her hand. "I hope you brought enough of these." ​ "Well, if not, you will just have to hold on until I can go get ​"You can't be expecting me to stop in the middle of a battle to wait for you to run home and get more canisters!"

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Maka and soul have been partners the whole time at Death Weapon Miester Academy. But what they didn't know, was that they had another story bound together within them, one that ties them together.

Hey, it's Maka again. As you know, Anna and I are half witches now. We're gonna try and figure this out but I'm not sure what we're going to do.

Kimiko is the lesser known daughter of Medusa. In need of a spy, Medusa sends her daughter to lurk about the secrets of the elite DWMA school. Unable to really cope with emotions, Kimiko didn't think she'd be falling into the worst trap yet: friendship. Now stuck between two forces, she has to decide where her true loyalties lay.

​"So, Lewis, why Falcon?" Serena asked, her voice light but cutting. "Why the puppet show? You could have just come to me with your contract instead of all the trouble. Why put a middleman in the way?" ​Lewis smirked, not even breaking his stride. "Serena, you know I have always been a fan of the theater. I suppose I'm not the only one." ​Serena shot him a look of pure, unadulterated annoyance. ​"Oh, come now, Serena," he laughed, shaking his head. "You could have killed Falcon at the party and been done with it. Instead, you decided to play a whore named Angelica." ​"Mistress," Serena corrected him, her silver eyes flashing. "And it was Lady Angelica. If you're going to critique my performance, at least get the title right." ​"Right. And what about the Salt Flats? You sat there for hours, letting Falcon think you were being drained, just to see who was coming out of the woodwork." He let out another soft, mocking laugh. "It's your brand, Serena. I enjoy the show. We really aren't that different." ​"I'm nothing like you," she scoffed, her shadows bristling at her heels. ​Lewis fell silent for a minute "Sure. I guess you're right. After all, I have never fallen in love with someone and then killed them just because someone else wanted to be with them." He paused, tilting his head with a cruel, golden glint in his eyes. "Hmm. I haven't done that one yet." ​He waited, the silence stretching between them. "Oh, what? No witty comeback? That one must have stung a little." ​"Then stop trying to convince me you are," Lewis said, "I have seen the things you've done. Before Silas, before you found this little family of yours... there were plenty of times you sat back and watched in cold blood as the Object ripped people apart." ​He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, intimate whisper that bypassed her ears and went straight into her mind. "And you enjoyed it.

'yes, I have defeated you Maka Albarn.' His accomplished smile melted off his face when he realized that his vision cracked like a broken mirror. He didn't understand, had he truly lost to a mere human? No, he at least won the battle even if he had lost the war. The rebirth of the Kishin awoken many witches and drove hundreds mad. Now that the Kishin is gone, what will the witches do? Will any one notice Maka slowly losing her mind? Will Soul be able to save his Meister? (SoMa?) *continuing from the anime, haven't read the manga yet :,(

Stein has been searching for the perfect experiment among hoards of boring students. In order to keep himself from going...even more insane... he has to keep himself occupied with something. That something is Death;s son, Kid.

Maka and Soul completed their last task. They successfully defeated the kishin (No spoiler just a fanfic) with the help of Death the Kid, Liz, Patty, Black Star, and Tsubaki. Maka loves Soul with all her heart. She has put her trust in him since they began as partners 5 years ago. Now that their missions are over for temporarily, the students can enjoy their school life with continued training. But when something unexpected happens to Maka, she has to struggle through it. Soul and the rest of the gang stay strong with her. But will she survive? Disclaim: I do not own any of the 'Soul Eater' characters or plots, and I am only using characters to make a fanfic. ©Funimation Please enjoy this book, I am working very hard on it! ♥, Turtle

It's been one year since Maka and Soul have defeated Asura. Everything's been calm and happy. But for Maka, it's a different story. Soul has been dating Patty for about 4 weeks. Thats when Maka began to act weird. Will Maka talk to Soul about her secret and will Soul tell her his?

A story where soul and maka go on their first date. How will it go?

Why is there a chaotic horde of shifters currently using my ancient velvet roses for target practice? You all collect family members like some people collect bottles. And Im pretty sure Ares has his own palace." "Statistically speaking, the Vane family functions best as a collective ecosystem. If we leave the wolves at the Manor, Julian gets lonely, and when Julian gets lonely, he starts automating the kitchen appliances. Trust me, you don't want a sentient toaster operating in your lower sectors." ​"Sometimes," Hades murmured, his dark eyes glinting with a cold, aristocratic exhaustion, "I think I would be doing the entire cosmic timeline a massive administrative favor if I simply flipped the switch and turned the lot of you into dust." ​Lewis let out a soft, thoroughly amused chuckle, tapping his tablet with his stylus. "How delightfully nostalgic. Honestly, it's funny that is definitely not the first time we've heard that threat." ​it's probably not the last." ​ "Look, landlord, our demonic smart-fridge completely ate the guest house power grid because of Lilith's hellfire calibration. We're totally out of sugar for the pancakes. Also, do you happen to have a spare relic scythe lying around in the garage? The lawnmower won't start and Russ wants to trim the black velvet hedges so the wolves can play fetch properly." ​Hades stared at the mortal engineer. The Lord of Tartarus, Master of the Deep Abyss, Keeper of the Eternal Ledger, was being asked for baking ingredients and landscaping tools by a werewolf in oven mitts. ​"I am a Lord of the Dead," Hades whispered, as he shot a tense glance toward the horizon, praying Sebastian wasn't within earshot. If the Shadow King heard him claim any sort of supreme crown over the Underworld, Sebastian would gladly drag Hades into a personal hell of his own making. "I do not possess a... garage." ​"Right, right, weapon vault, whatever," Julian waved his hand dismissively. "

Becoming a Professor is such a drab job especially when you need to teach the same thing over and over again. One day, a student will come in who even spikes the interest of the smartest meister alive.

الأَحْلَامُ تَحْكِي مَا لَا يَجْرُؤُ الإِنْسَانُ عَلَى كَشْفِهِ، فَتَنْسُجُ مِنَ الخَيَالِ رَسَائِلَ خَفِيَّةً. وَلَكِنْ، هَلْ تُعَكِّسُ وَاقِعَنَا كَمَا هُوَ، أَمْ أَنَّهَا تُرِينَا نَقِيضَهُ؟✨

Soul has fallen for his meister. Maka has fallen for her weapon. Will they ever know how each other feels?

It's a soma fanfic