Why Is Black Star Called A Failure In Soul Eater?

Three years ago, he gave up on his massive fortune to lead a reclusive life in the countryside with his mentor. Three years later, he returns over a marriage agreement. To his surprise, the engagement is called off. "Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a quack doctor from the countryside! How can you possibly be worthy of me, the Dragonia's first goddess of war?"

Synopsis On her twentieth birthday, Seraphine Ashwood did not shift into a weak omega. She shifted into something the werewolf world had not seen in five hundred years. Something so powerful that every Alpha in the clearing dropped to their knees. Including Kael Dravon. The High Alpha of the Seven Packs. The most feared wolf alive. He rejected her anyway. What he never told anyone was that the drink he gave her the night before was never a gift. He poisoned her to keep her weak. To keep her controllable. Instead, it woke up everything she was. He created her power. Then he walked away from it. Now his pack is under attack. His borders are bleeding. And the only thing that can save his world is the willing bond of the woman he publicly rejected. She does not owe him anything. And she knows it.

Everyone in the Darkthorne Pack knows one thing about me. I'm human. The unwanted girl with no wolf, no rank, and no place among werewolves. For eighteen years, I've been counting down the days until I can escape the pack that never wanted me. The only person who's ever stood by my side is my best friend, Brock, an omega destined to disappoint his powerful Alpha family. Then everything changes. Brock finally shifts... and becomes someone I barely recognize. Cold. Distant. Cruel. As my eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things begin happening. My senses sharpen. My body burns with impossible power. The same elite wolves who once ignored me suddenly can't stay away. The pack's strongest males are drawn to me, fighting instincts they don't understand. Including Brock. But when my wolf finally awakens, it reveals a truth no one saw coming. I was never human. I belong to an ancient bloodline thought to be lost, one powerful enough to shake the werewolf world to its foundations. Now four powerful mates are bound to me, enemies are hunting me, and the pack that treated me like an outcast suddenly wants me at the center of everything. Too bad I've spent eighteen years learning how to survive without them. They may want to claim me. But they'll have to earn me first.

10 years earlier, Jason drives down a dark deserted road on his way home from a birthday party, when he sees a red haired woman walking along side the road. Picking her up, he finds out that she is not what he thinks she is. Instead, he ends up losing his soul. Spending the next 10 years of his life looking over his shoulder, he eventually comes to the realization that the only way to get his soul back is to kill her. Does he find and kill her or does she haunt him for eternity. Find out in The Soul Eater.

Kael Draven died in the most ridiculous way possible, chasing fried chicken across the street. When he wakes up, he finds himself reborn in a world of magic and monsters. A second chance at life. A chance to become powerful. There is only one problem. His stats are completely useless. Strength: F Mana: F Speed: F And yet, one thing stands above everything else. Luck: SSS Spells fail, but enemies fall. Battles turn deadly, but somehow he survives. Treasures appear when he least expects them. To everyone else, Kael looks like a hidden genius. A monster in disguise. A mage far beyond comprehension. But the truth is much simpler. “I swear I didn’t do anything.” As misunderstandings grow and powerful enemies begin to take interest, Kael is dragged into conflicts far beyond his control. Because in a world ruled by power, destiny, and gods… His “luck” might be the most dangerous force of all.

After a century of wandering and sealed away in seclusion, I came home to the Ashveil Order. The one who received me was the youngest apprentice of the current generation. Taking me for a fresh recruit, he put me through a so-called pre-training inspection and helped himself to my travel pack. "You're carrying this many rare reagents and relics? For someone just starting out, that's nothing but a burden. I'll go to the trouble of taking some off your hands." "Why do you have so many elixirs and warding sigils? Did you rob someone? That's dangerous. I'll keep them safe for you, so no one comes hunting you for them." Then he laid a hand on my soul-bound blade and said, "This sword carries far too much killing edge. It clashes with your gift and will tear at your soul if you wield it. Lucky for you, it suits mine perfectly. I'll take care of it for you." I'd had enough. I backhanded him across the face. Did he have any idea that the Ashveil in Ashveil Order came from me—Rowan Ashveil?