Soul Eater By Lily Mayne ❲Top-Rated❳

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.

"I'd probably give you indigestion," Danny retorted, his voice trembling despite the bravado. Soul Eater by Lily Mayne

The air in the Waste was thick with the scent of ozone and scorched earth, a constant reminder that this wasn't the world humans were built for. Danny adjusted the straps of his pack, his eyes scanning the jagged horizon. He was a scavenger, a ghost in a land of monsters, but today, he was hunting something specific. Wyn tilted his head, a sharp claw tracing

Danny tripped. A single loose stone skittered down the ravine, sounding like a gunshot in the dead silence. "I'd probably give you indigestion," Danny retorted, his

"You're small," the Soul Eater rumbled, the sound vibrating in Danny’s chest.

"I should eat you," Wyn whispered, though he made no move to strike.

In a heartbeat, the monster was there. Wyn didn't roar; he leaned in, his monstrous form looming over Danny, nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of human fear. But as he leaned closer, the predatory hunger in his eyes flickered, replaced by an intense, confusing curiosity.