Soul Killer Novels & Stories

Ding Hao pointed to Evil Moon and continued, "I forgot to tell you that it likes devouring the soul the most. If you die devoured by it, you will disappear forever." Evil Moon complemented Ding Hao by making an extremely vicious gesture. It looked as if it was pretending to be cute. The assassin's body trembled. For an expert, the destruction of the soul was the most terrible thing. It would imply one could never resurrect oneself again, since the soul and body were completely annihilated. During his fight with Evil Moon just now, he had been scared stiff by this cute-looking fat cat.

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.

I have been doing that all these years. “Girl, you good?” a croaking voice I am now familiar with reminding me of my still being alive. I didn’t say a word to her making her sigh loudly. She did not say anything making me believe she was actually gone till the voice came again. “You can’t keep hiding in here forever. You are the bravest skull head I know. You’re a sadist and my dad’s murderer but I can’t help but still like and aspire to be like you. The fact you do not let any man bring you down is everything beautiful. The ‘killer’ the world is afraid of will never act like this. This is far from you being yourself.” Each word whispered behind the door.

Almost killer: ? Yoshiki completely accepted the situation and the fact that these were most likely the killers of the original soul, despite that, he couldn't help but complain, "couldn't you have let me finish my ice tea, just because you're going to kill me doesn't mean you need to destroy my teacup, I couldn't even get a refill, what is the matter with you?"

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?

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

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…