Novel & Cerita Soul Killer

"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.

All right, let’s start over. My name is Sarah Killian, and I am a professional serial killer. No, goddammit, I am not a mother-fucking assassin, goddammit. Sorry. Again. That was my Tourette’s. I just have issues with assassins. They’re jackasses. Every. Single. Last. One. Jackasses. Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags.

Desmond Deville was ranked just under Marcus Novak, which meant he was wealthy and incredibly powerful. My stomach twisted painfully, and I had but a moment’s notice before I was bent over, hurling up the contents of my dinner. My nose burned and my eyes watered, but I couldn’t register the pain over my frantic thoughts. It wasn’t like I hadn’t killed before. Many rogues died during the battle, especially when I used my ability to subdue them. This, however, was confirmation of what I was. A soul-eater. What good could come out of a gift so horrible? What was even worse was how euphoric it felt, how strong and bloated with power I was. Disgust poured from my mouth in the form of acidic vomit

<><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul' It's an LGBT genre's lesbian love story. Many don't like this genre, so you can happily avoid this book. And the rest are welcome to this world. I hope you all will be witnesses to a pure love story. The story belongs to my dreamland. If anything from this book matched anyone's life that's totally coincident. The medical information and others are there will be from my research and only for making the story more attractive. Once again thanks to everyone for choosing my book to read.

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

“What clue? “ Williams smiled “ Think about it, these deaths could be possible caused by anything or anyone, it could be an organization, a cult or even a single entity but there is a factor been have to look at, these deaths happens all over the world at almost the same period of time, that means there must be something, maybe an instrument that is been used to immediately kill people in a large scale, and I was able to find something interesting “ “What? “ “ Linghun xipan or rather, soul suckers” Lucy eyes widened ‘ Just how much does he know’ “ A soul sucker is an instrument ,just like the name implies, used for sucking souls. I also discovered something very interesting, a soul sucker co

Soul Extraction Soul Extraction was an ability that was not best explained by its title. Rather than extracting the soul of a target, what Soul Extraction did was to allow an Asura to inherit the power and will of those they killed. The person didn’t have to be fully dead either; as long as their hearts were crushed, the Asura would inherit everything. Some speculated that this was the reason why Asuras were generally insane, for it was no easy feat to see the lives and heart of every person one killed and still be normal.

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.