Soul Killer Novels & Stories

When it spoke, its voice was layered — thousands of tones speaking in perfect unison. “Why do you descend?” The reapers froze. The sound wasn’t heard so much as felt, vibrating through bone and thought alike. Veyra stepped forward, keeping her tone steady. “We seek the ones who stirred you.” “The Soulbound.” “Yes,” she said cautiously. “You know them.” The figure tilted its head. “Know? I remember them.” The walls trembled, and golden veins flared brighter. Soreth’s grip on his weapon tightened. “Where are they?” Veyra demanded.

Shaking my head, I add, “Unknowingly, I arrived here seeking answers, but it seems you only wish to hurt me with your cruel words.” His gaze flickers to the book in my hand, the pages worn and yellowed with age. “Open it. Innovar is a name for the creator. The one creature that made us all. The Soulmaker, Soulmender, and Soulkeeper are its descendants. There’s a chapter about the Soulkeeper, who is said to haunt the dreams of those cursed or carrying poison with them.”

he says and I nod, what do I mean for him? "And what do I mean for you?" I asked him when he didn't start talking. "You see wolves, ones like me, we are born without a soul," he says. "That's impossible, everyone got a soul," I answer him. "Not us, we're not just humans, we're also wolves, and we are born soulless," he says. "What does that make you?" I ask him, killers? Murderer? Psychopath? "That makes me, Stella, it makes me a creature without a soul that lives inside my body," he says.

Sean just glanced disinterestedly. “What's more?” “Adam didn't do it all himself, he hired a very famous assassin in the dark world, Sour.” Sour. Sean had heard that name before. Sour is a genius assassin with a psychopathic mind who is very cruel and maniac. He kills his victims with a very mature calculation and can be very cruel at times. Until now, no one knew the real figure of the killer. “Sour is famous for never failing. He will become obsessed with his victim if he can't kill them. And now, he will definitely chase you, you have to be careful because until now we don't know who he is.”

he said and helped her stand up. "Huh?" He seemed even more confused even after explaining it. "Soul suckers are soul thieves. They steal the souls we pick up. It's another job for us to catch them and kill them but most soul reapers like me, don't care about them as long as it's not the souls we pick up what they're stealing. And I'm sure, he won't bother you after tonight. Unless, he wants to mess with me.”

He stood up slowly, his eyes cold and detached as he looked down at me. He had never looked at me that way before, almost with disgust. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “Do you want to know what’s in my soul?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “I’m a killer, Hazel. Okay? I know you don’t have money… but I know you have something else.” The way he said it made my blood run cold. I kind of felt where his words were going, where his mind was going, but I didn’t want to take him there.

My mouth drops open, my heart races, my baby kicks and my wolf howls and growls in anger. "HELP! SOMEONE, HELP!" I scream, before receiving a harsh stinging slap on the face. "Shut the fuck up you whore!" Soul hisses. Soul stops with a grin, and moves up so he's sitting on top of me, straddling me! "Now, I have a great plan! The best plan I have ever thought of. You, my love, are going to do as you're told and act like you don't know a thing! You will continue to stand up for me, and love me the way I expect. I will kill those bastard mates of yours and take the pack for myself!"

"Let's just say pain can be a killer... and a motivator." Just like that, Daemonikai’s good mood soured. After he’d sent her away, the Soulbond had been crueler than anything he’d imagined. He’d known it would be bad, had expected suffering, but the reality was on a whole new level. It was a hollowing hunger in his very soul. Days had blurred into a haze of misery, with him barely functional. Grief was swallowed by something darker—a soul-deep need that clawed at him ruthlessly.

"I don't really see the point in arguing with a man who's about to die. I hope your soul enjoys its last moments in agony. We'll see if you're still as cocky then." "My clan's spell sphere is capable of burning your soul in darkness for thousands of years, and you're about to get started on that right away," the other cultivator called out as well. "I guess you're one of the Zeetos too, then?" "That's right. My name's Orzo Zeeto. Don't forget my name if you need one to scream when your soul gets tortured later," Orzo smirked. Wilbur chuckled, shaking his head. "You two make a great pair, don't you? Well, you're about to find out what a fool you've just made of yourselves."

I told him so in a rush of words, my tears flowing. Gio’s hands slipped around my waist, his fingers splayed wide. “My soul?” He laughed. “I don’t have a soul, Keeley. You were the only good thing I had ever seen. So yes, I killed to keep it and I would do it again. I would burn the entire world if you wanted me to. My world is darkness, pain and bloodshed, and you…fuck, you are the only light I see.” I swallowed hard. I had always known he’d wanted me. Even as inexperienced as I was, I knew lust when I saw it in a man’s eyes, I saw it daily after all. But this was different.