Soul Killer Novels & Stories

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?”

The face of Seven Killings was the worst, and a mouthful of blood was about to spew out, but he resisted it. Xiao Chen was also shocked by force. Fortunately, this old man was not doing a self-destructive Nascent Soul and released the power of Soul. Otherwise, the four of them may have gone to the Ghost Realm to see the Yamaraja of the Ten Halls. Generally speaking, cultivators would never easily fight to the death with each other with the power of Soul, especially people like Danyang Zi, because the release of the power of Soul truly meant that the person's soul would be shattered and gone forever and not just a descriptive saying.

Mark asked. “A woman’s. I heard it seduces men in the club and then kill them to increase its life on earth. The soul is quite clever. It leaves no evidence behind so, even humans aren’t suspicious of those humans deaths. The soul makes it appear like a suicide.” Lucian explained Mark who gave a nod. “Is it really powerful?” Mark asked. “Very,” replied Lucian. “Let’s end it then,” proclaimed Mark.

The deep voice which finishes that sentence is the only sound the ghost makes as he enters the room. "Got bored playing holy arth thou?" I ask without turning to face him as I stare at the now vacant body. I say a silent prayer and close the Italians eyes before I slide my bloody blade across my leather pants. "It's Sunday," he points out, "gotta phone my sisters." With that, I feel his retreat as his dangerous aura leaves the room with him. I've known Killer since he joined the special ops program a few years back. I was the one who introduced him and Snake to the biker world.

"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."

“Stop the pretense, Killer. You’re not sick. You just want to avoid doing your chores!” “I’m not pretending, Ma’am. You can go ahead and touch my body if you wish. I think that’s the only way you can believe me.” “Believe you?” She raised her brow. “Now, why would I believe a filthy killer like you?!” “I’m not a killer.” “You are. Everyone in this pack knows you killed the former Luna. Stop acting like a saint, bitch. You are a fucking killer and a liar.” I lowered my head in tears. It didn’t matter what I said or did. No one was going to believe me. No one has believed a word from me ever since that night. The only people who trusted in me were my parents and they died for it.

cute. When I arrived at her place, people were already starting to arrive. Colorful lights were flashing everywhere and loud party music was blasting. She told me she wanted to do a “Euphoria” inspired party. “Happy birthday, my soulmate!” I screamed when I saw her, she ran towards me and I gave her a tight hug! “Ugh, I love you my main bitch.” She said and lightly smacked my butt. I handed her the paper bag I was holding containing my gift for her. “What’s this? Thank you so much!”

"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.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

“I haven’t asked permission.” Jo’s eyebrows arched as she considered what she was hearing. “But… you’re a Vampire. Since when do Vampires ask permission for… anything?” “I’m a Souled Vampire,” he corrected, not angrily but sternly enough to get the point across. “We are not like other Vampires. You should know that by now.” “Granted. I’m sorry--I didn’t mean any offense. I was just thinking, if you could see what’s going on in Cassidy’s mind, maybe we’d get an indication as to whether or not this plan to get behind the shield was working or not.”