Kikyo's Soul Collectors Novels & Stories

even if it wasn’t technically mine. 'Calm down, Kai' I said slowly. Kai let out a dry and bitter laugh. 'I'm trying' I took another deep breath before I smiled down at my Kira. “They were soul-bound. Created for each other by the Moon Goddess. But the union had made him vulnerable— Too vulnerable, especially to his enemies and those who hated what they didn’t understand—Lycans and Wolves alike.” “And so one day they struck. They killed his mate, in the most brutal way possible. They killed her and made her suffer slowly before she finally succumbed to the pain. They slaughtered her, limb for limb just to break him. And it worked.”

he replied. I shrugged in thought. “I know so little about them. It never clicked with me.” He moved to the bed and sat down on its edge. “The soul collectors pursue human wrong doers and harvest their souls to take back to the devil when the human has died. It is rare that they take a human alive. Usually it is because that human is on the brink of death. You are neither evil nor on the brink of death, so why were you taken?”

- She said. That was Kikyou , an artist, painter, a whore that nobody knows is a whore, she works in a museum like a tremendous X9, in which to keep up appearances as a gossip, and even a spy for the mafia, working with information for whoever paid the most, she was a curator, has contact with high society and above all.

Not only that, but the Martial Soul's adaptability is also great which allows a spirit ring to have a skill fashioned to their own bodies. 'The size of the butterfly is almost a thousand years, too. There are nine constantly turning patterns on its wings.' Chen concluded. "You're hiding something," Ah Yin added lightly. "Well, of course," Chen looked at her strangely, "Did you think you know everything about me? I don't even know your spirit rings, of course, I hide things from you. I go out of my way to be far enough before taking a dump. Would you like me to be close to you while doing that so that we can develop a trusting bond?"

I looked behind them and smirked coldly. He was still standing at the same spot. For a moment, I saw the Zack from my memories. The boy who had smiled at me with a bouquet of red roses, promising to love me forever, and kissed my cheek after scoring that winning goal. The boy I had spent years believing was my soulmate. And the boy who killed with his own hands. “And here comes the swarm of bees with the queen bee showing her a**hole.” Cathy whispered in my ear; her voice was filled with venom and disdain, snapping me out of my thoughts.

my brother whispered, his voice tight with worry, "Lisa just had her kidney removed... are we really going to release the soulbloom spores during the next full moon?" Soulbloom. That’s what they called the vision-sharing herbs. Tiny, silver-dusted flowers that only bloomed under the full moon and released spores capable of connecting minds. For one night, whoever inhaled them could see another's memories—feel what they felt, live what they lived. There was a long silence. Then my mother's voice, choked with fake sorrow: "We have to. Lisa was supposed to mate with Alpha Kain. Her reputation has to be destroyed—only then will he accept Xina."

They might’ve gone through hell because of that vengeful nine-tailed demon fox. “All right, it’s nothing major, so don’t worry about it,” the empress said with a head shake. “Oh, I’ve got a question," Xyla said suddenly. "Do you know about Sophie Kenwick? I wonder if her soul has truly perished.” The other woman chuckled at that. “That’s not the case, naturally.” Xyla and Stanley were surprised to hear that as they focused their gazes on her. “Her soul was about to perish, but I saw that she was rather kind. I felt moved by her, so that’s why I gathered the shattered fragments of her soul and kept them in the lotus pond behind us,” she said.

It was something that looked like a USB drive. The leader of the group stepped on Kaycee’s face. "How dare you record us without our consent?" Another boy started pulling at my clothes. "We’re going to fuck your girlfriend right in front of you today. Let’s see if you dare stop us." Kaycee looked at me in despair. "She’s not my girlfriend. Please leave her alone..." The others shoved him toward the edge of the rooftop. Kaycee seemed to have put two and two together and moved closer to the edge on his own.

Habiba walked inside the room leaving the handbag on the couch she moved towards the babysitter standing by the rear door rocking a crying toddler in her arms. Untieing the hijab while walking she kept the cotton brown veil on the single couch beside the rear door. Her wavy dark locks slid on her waist with the short curls kissed her cheeks as soon as they were freed from the several hours of penned-up. "What happened?" she stated making her presence known to the babysitter who turned behind hearing her voice.

It just wouldn't make sense for Colette to still pretend to be me if she were to wish for his speedy recovery at the chapel since it was a private moment and nobody knew about her identity there anyway. So, the person who wrote these wishes had to have been the real Winter Brooke. "Winter…" Finnegan's eyes were deep like the abyss as he sprawled out over my body. I instinctively moved closer to Hal. I thought that Finnegan was going to start interrogating and blaming me for something I never did again. Hal quit his mobile game and handed me his phone. I quickly typed my message in it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry! I'm sorry that it had all been a one-sided thing all along. I promi