Soul Killer Novels & Stories

Her eyes widened, her hand covering her mouth as she read further, a look of absolute shock on her face. "He.." her voice shook, "You.. " the colour had drained from her face as she tried to find the words, "This.. was all you? The guy you killed.." she trailed off again, looking physically ill at even speaking of it, but Lukas continued her sentence, his voice gentle, "..was the one running that network, trafficking drugs, weapons, people. He was true evil."

He said, “Killer, you have a grudge against Tyrant, but we don't. Don't direct your anger at me. If you want revenge, go find him yourself.” Killer looked at him for a while before closing his eyes again. Killer's real name was Santiago Roland, and he was a native of Somerland. He was the leader of a small mercenary group in Chaos Land, and was powerful and very famous in the country. He had liked practicing martial arts since he was a child. His parents were in the reselling business, operating between a small country and Somerland. They bought resources from these places at a low price and shipped them to Somerland for resale. Hence, his family was pretty well-off.

I should not think in that way. Soul eaters are men who were cursed by witches and have to eat the souls of humans to live their lives. After the soul eater devours a victim's soul, the victim disappears as dust. The soul eater can take the form of a dog or other animal in pursuit of his or her practice. . But who dared to inform the soul eater that there was a living person in my mansion? ‘Father!’ I saw Annie’s hair getting disappeared and at the end, nothing was there in my hand except the dust. I felt the world-shaking and rain started pouring hard on the earth, the fire and heat level increased in hell, not only this, the speed of wind shook heaven as well.

I explained. She raised her eyebrows. "Do you even know what this is?" I shrugged. "Not really. I know that it's made of a night stone, and Landon said that killing me with it would prevent me from being reborn." "This dagger can kill a soul... but I doubt that it would kill yours," Amanda said. "The night stone has been used for centuries to sort of judge the creatures living in the Dark Realm. Those who were punished by death were killed using the night stone. The legend says that if the soul was as dark as the night stone, it sank into the mineral."

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.”

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.