He’d heard the stories of the "Soul Eater"—a creature so terrifying that even other monsters gave it a wide berth. They said it didn't just kill; it consumed the very essence of a person, leaving nothing but a hollow shell. Danny knew he should be running the other way, but desperation is a powerful motivator. His camp was dying, and rumors suggested the Soul Eater guarded a cache of pre-Arriving tech that could save them.
Wyn tilted his head, a sharp claw tracing the line of Danny's jaw without breaking the skin. He could taste the soul beneath—vibrant, stubborn, and inexplicably warm. For a monster who had spent centuries consuming darkness, this tiny, defiant spark was more intoxicating than any kill. Soul Eater by Lily Mayne
"I'd probably give you indigestion," Danny retorted, his voice trembling despite the bravado. He’d heard the stories of the "Soul Eater"—a
"I should eat you," Wyn whispered, though he made no move to strike. His camp was dying, and rumors suggested the
Danny tripped. A single loose stone skittered down the ravine, sounding like a gunshot in the dead silence.