Soul Killer の小説・ストーリー

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

"But it's more than money. The DeLucas were the mediators, the peacekeepers. When they were wiped out, the balance of power collapsed. Wars broke out. People died. Sofia blames all of us for her family's death. She wants revenge, and she wants to rebuild her family's empire." "By eliminating Sienna." "By eliminating all the DeLucas." Vincent turned to face me. "There's a reason someone just killed Dante. Sofia's been systematically tracking down every surviving member of that bloodline. She can't claim the DeLuca legacy while legitimate heirs exist." My mind raced. Sofia had been with me when we got word about Dante's death. She'd seemed shocked, concerned even. But it had all been an act. "

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!"

Lyph~ the soul which resided within the baby's body, was a notorious Killer. Killed thousands of lives, be it corrupted or innocent as it was her job. She was also a weapon smith, but only making weapons for herself, deadly kinds of weapons, many even wished for her to make theirs too, but she refused nonetheless.

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

Some were sitting perfectly still but had trouble breathing, some were feeling restless while others could feel a flutter in their stomachs. Among them, a figure sat calmly, mirroring the grief of the others by a watery eye or a look of encouragement. It was all a ruse ... a mask of pain deceiving the people around, making them think that this mind was capable of feeling sadness. It wasn’t. That emotion had long gone ... substituted by hate. For the last six months, this mind had only one thought ... one purpose, the destruction of Esha Arora. I can’t stop now. There’s more work to be done.

But . “What? Get back what, Jake?” “His soul, dammit. Fuckin gook took my dad’s soul, and I’m fuckin gettin’ it back. “Tonight.”