Soul Killer Novels & Stories

“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.

Second, use his magic of manipulation on himself to pacify him and manipulate his thoughts. Since I was using his methods on himself, they, of course, were cruel. Killing him could look like a simple thing, but it wasn’t. His soul was basically patched up together with several other souls and killing him would do no good because neither hell nor heaven would accept such a manipulated soul. Simply speaking, Killian was out of the normal cycle of life and death. Even if I killed Killian and shred his body into pieces, his soul would become so independent and strong that it would easily possess someone else’s body.

he asks him as he tries to get to his feet and suddenly he remembers Bella warning him about some dark power, he cannot believe it, everything happened so fast and now the killer was standing in front of him. “I am here for your soul” the voice was loud this time, the commander notices the dagger on his hands and he knew he could not survive it this time, he was able to get through a lot through his entire life but for the first time, he really feels like he stands no chance to survive at all. The dark spirit materialises and now the commander can clearly see him, his eyes looked so evil and he could barely look him in the eyes, he picks him up by one hand and brings him closer, his face sho

“Our souls don’t break.” “What?” I scoff, “What the hell are you talking about? You have made it quite clear that they do. You have said that too many cracks can tear someone apart, like what almost happened to Neah.” “Hunters,” he sighs. “A Hunter’s soul doesn’t break.” “How is that even possible?” “It’s the way we are born. Maybe it is why I can see souls so well,” he shrugs. I look over at his glass. He has only had a tiny bit of brandy and slowly swills the liquid around the glass.

He was sick, twisted, and too damn handsome. I kept struggling to buy time. King Lou knew I wouldn't stay dead. Instead, he'd kill me, and a damned soul would take up residence, bringing me back good as new. I hated souls of the damned, and unlike souls from heaven, the damned felt foggy in my head. Years of torture, and past lives of being murderers, thieves, and degenerate slime, gave them the power sometimes to cloud my judgment. All that hate is a powerful thing.

"Just beating her to death is too easy. Marcus, prepare the Soul Extraction device." The Soul Extraction was one of the pack's cruelest tortures. It forcibly tore the wolf spirit from the body, an agonizing and irreversible desecration. "Let Valentina watch as her mother's wolf is ripped away, piece by piece." Hearing this, my mother laughed again, a crazed, broken sound, tears of blood and sorrow streaming down her face. "You can kill me..." she rasped. "But my daughter is truly dead... You've lost her forever!"

Loud and shrill screams rung in the air as people shouted in utter fear. The group of cats ran hearing the piercing noise and made loud noises in the air. Nathan put the rifle beside him and smirked looking at his aim. The gunshot hit exactly at the target, man’s heart, after all, he was a professional shooter and that too merciless. His task was completed. Putting the rifle back in its case and taking off the ear protection, he picked up the case, and within thirty seconds he was out of the house... He is Nathan Williams, the Scorpion of the underworld. The most dangerous and feared mafia lord of Chicago...