Soul Killer Novels & Stories

Sometimes, the body remembers what the soul tries to forget. It wasn't the pain that broke me, but the way my body stopped belonging to me. Every unwanted touch was another crack. A piece of me vanishing without a sound. I arrived to Chicago months ago, and I still struggle to breathe. This city doesn’t embrace me—it watches me. Everything is clean, cold, precise. Neon lights flicker like fake stars, and the rain hits the windows with military discipline. It’s a world built to function, not to feel.

They forced me to kneel, to bow my head, refusing to let me go until I complied. Bella’s once youthful and innocent face twisted into something demonic. I heard her ask, her voice soft but cruel, “So tell me, are you my dog, little bitch?” The pain made me dizzy, and my instinct to survive buried my dignity. I nodded frantically, desperate to avoid further torment. “Yes… yes…” Her voice dropped lower as if savoring her power over me. “Well then, my good dog, little bitch, why don’t you bark for me?” I hesitated for a moment, but then another girl kicked me from behind, forcing a cry from my lips.

He felt sick, dizzy, disorientated before a familiar voice came to the phone. “Michael?” he asked calmly, his mature voice somewhat comforting. “High Lykos,” he almost choked. “I’ve just got back to my pack land… it’s…” “We have been made aware, the culprit has been arrested. A day of mourning has been announced.” His heart stopped. The High Lykos’ words swirling around like acid. “M-mourning? Th-they are dead?” he stuttered. No. Sure, he’d thought it but he had desperately hoped something else had happened… anything.

Question: does he like me? And here I thought he was my second chance soulmate with a regular human... Oh, come on. Maybe he's innocent? As if Matilda! He's a werewolf Hunter! Not a regular human guy...not for me... Why does it matter? He'll kill us once he finds out I'm a werewolf! He's a murderer! Did he kill you now? Well, not really... cause he thinks I'm human...and that's it... Are you sure about that?

“I… I don’t know if I can…” “So what’s the plan… quit now… and watch everyone you love suffer a painful death? To be honest… I won’t mind… we can all be a family again… and who knows… maybe next year we’ll return on Peter Pak… seeking vengeance… forever roaming the earth… as damned souls with no resting place.” The boy sarcastically announced. “Hey, not a bad idea.” She pretended to consider the alternative with a serious look upon her face. “Even then… you will still have to choose between… killing the vile monster so that your soul… may return to the afterlife in peace… or be trapped in the world… knowing you’ve helped him… conquered the innocent.”

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…

"Katie, Kelly's ex was one of them and she nearly killed me before I was able to marry your sister. Caroline was protecting us from a distance until we met a week before the wedding. Turned out our father abused her worse than I ever was. He caused her her child and her ability to have children. "She told me that there is a long list of people who want to kill me because of my abomination, tried to kill Kelly with assassins. Even though he's dead, those people still want me dead. They still target Kelly and it won't be long before they find out about Claire and the triplets," I choke in a scared whisper. "I'm scared to walk out the door not knowing if I'll be coming home or if I'll come home

“You… broads there, make your first move and do tell… who is more useless.” “Who are you, calling us broads?” Asked the lady with her face concealed behind a white yashmak. “I… No… We are.” “… And who are you?” the hairy middle-aged man glowing in gold questioned above. “We… are… EXTERMINATOR… ” Immediately saying those words he raised his arm blocking a shimmering sword out of no where. The area of the arm where the shimmering sword was placed was glowing red-hot. The holder noticed it. It was as if he hit a very solid material without penetrating then he spoke.

He loved her to the moon and back but was he such a monster to let her destroy me completely? My lips trembled. I wasn't a saint, but my death was far more crueller than I deserved. Xavier looked at me with empty, emotionless eyes. The endless hollowness in them scared me more than the most distorted psychopath could never do. This man was pedantic, careful, and observant. He would never make a mistake in torturing because he knew how to control the feeling of pain without causing life-threatening damages and how to hurt you gravely without the person realising.

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe