Soul Hunter Book Novels & Stories

The werewolf raises its claws and desperately reached for my face but I evaded it and took out my knife and pierced it through its heart. I wiped the blood that splattered on my face and raised my head to find Rendall and Quinn. Rendall is owning this hunt by slashing the werewolf’s body mercilessly while Quinn, Quinn is nowhere to be found. “Quinn!” Finally, I saw a movement of Quinn’s bow and arrow behind the tree that is seven feet away from me. With a sigh of relief, I continued chasing another werewolf. It is faster and slimmer than the first one so I have to make sure that my eyes will always follow it.

"They know every account, every shell corp, every dirty little secret I've ever buried…" They had been mentally, psychically violated. The new hunter was an entity codenamed the "Soul-Eater," a non-corporeal mind-thief who could steal and consume memories as easily as a common pickpocket lifts a wallet. Its goal was brutally clear: extract the location of the Obsidian Lab and the nature of Jack’s debilitating curse from the minds of his inner circle. "We can't track it," Aaliyah said, her voice laced with a despairing frustration. "There's no energy signature, no physical presence, nothing to lock onto. It's a ghost in the machine of the mind."

Aella POV Hunter immediately disappeared beneath another mountain of books. I wasn't even surprised anymore. The moment Pamela mentioned her father's surname, he had become completely absorbed by the search. "Hale..." he murmured to himself as he pulled one heavy volume after another from the shelves. "There has to be something." Order quietly joined him. Several books floated through the air on their own, landing neatly on the enormous table before them. Chaos wandered over with a cup of tea. "I'm placing bets."

"I was looking for a necklace I saw in my tribal college book. Years ago, I discovered a similar necklace in my mother's jewelry box. I came earlier to look through her belongings in the storage unit but couldn't find the necklace. I believe it may be the answer to your soul's purpose. I wanted all the facts before coming to you because I knew you'd grill me." “See, we are related.” I laughed, trying to eliminate the tension between us. She forced a weak smile onto her pale face. "Did you bring the book? And this necklace you're referring to doesn't happen to be gold with a key attached, does it?" I wasn't sure if I was prepared to hear the response. "The strangest thing happened, I made sur

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

The soul hunter was a piece of simple magical equipment, it was hard to find but Levy who has been researching about it more or less had an idea of how to deal with this thing. She stared at the small vase-shaped equipment in front of her and then carefully thought about what she has learned from the notes that her mother left behind along with the information in the books.

He took a step towards her. He leaned forward as his hands covered her tied ones on the armrests. The warmth of his palms made her hold her breaths. Zara still tried to laugh to show that she was unfazed. But Hunter can see the sheen of sweat on her face. He leaned over, his face inches from her. "What you're seeing is just a shell, Zara. A corpse. The soul is dead. And I hate to say you're still so soulful. So beautiful." Hunter whispered to her.

“Did you manage to get his memories back?” “Although difficult, I did manage to find the part of Hunter’s soul that was in the river, which holds Hunter’s memories.” Zeke nodded as he reached under the covers. “So, I was missing a part of my soul?” Hunter asked. “That doesn’t look like a soul.” I wrinkled my nose as Zeke pulled out a vial that held a creature inside.

"The Archivist's a parasite. The Librarians too. They feed on stories, but the Silence... it feeds on *them*." A roar shakes the labyrinth. The bookshelves collapse, revealing a creature-a Librarian grown bloated, its stitches bursting, ink-blood flooding the floor. The Hunter grins. "Time to rewrite the rules." --- **The Kill** The creature lunges, pages spewing from its mouth like bile. I fire. The storm-bullet tears through it, scattering text that combusts midair. The Hunter leaps, his blade severing its ink heart. It collapses, dissolving into a puddle of black sludge. The remaining Librarians scatter, hissing.

“What the hell is going on here?” My rasping voice only accentuated the strange, forlorn silence of my home. Nothing made any sense. Nothing seemed or felt real. Hadn’t, really, since we’d discovered those two dead dogs and that altar in the clearing, and especially since yesterday morning . . . When I’d seen that damned book at The General Store. The book I’d apparently bought in a fugue state and then read multiple times without remembering anything. The book that . . . I opened my eyes, looked down and—feeling very little surprise—saw The King Wears Yellow sitting open before me on the den table.