Soul Killer Novels & Stories

That year, I fell in love. I watch as the stars glow and the wind howled. It's as if I'm still here, body, mind, and soul. Even in the afterlife, he has so much of me. Does he even think of me? When he learned of my demise, did he even shed a tear? I shook my head as memories start to flood all over again. Flashes of our days together, me and Devon running down the stairs of the school's fire exit so he could kiss me deeply and whisper things like, "God you're so beautiful Hannah, I'm so crazy for you..." and I would kiss him back with the same need and passion because I felt it. He was beautiful, magnificent, he was my soulmate...but, why am I alone now? Cold and dead and he was there slumb

With just those two words, he made me freeze on the spot. “What?” I asked as I wanted to make sure that I heard him right. “What did you just say?” The witch doctor shifted in his seat, leaning back and fixing me with his eyes. “I worked for Lord Tyrelle and his pack. And there was something that struck me as odd. People in the pack are calling you lady Killer Smile.” “What about it?” Even though my voice sounded fixed and confident, my heart was pounding rapidly inside my chest. A small part of me was hoping that there I might find something as to why my smile ended up this way.

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

However, no one had ever passed Karter’s challenge to reach her. With her hands behind her, a bright smile beamed on her pretty face. An invisible Soul Power morphed out and formed a sharp blade, charging at James. It was a soul attack. Soul Power was different from other powers. It could not harm the physical body and only dealt damage to the opponent’s soul. James could sense that the soul attack was relatively mediocre. Thus, he did not dodge and wanted to face it head-on. The attack struck him and attacked his soul. At that moment, James felt pain spreading throughout his body.

Some were sitting perfectly still but had trouble breathing, some were feeling restless while others could feel a flutter in their stomachs. Among them, a figure sat calmly, mirroring the grief of the others by a watery eye or a look of encouragement. It was all a ruse ... a mask of pain deceiving the people around, making them think that this mind was capable of feeling sadness. It wasn’t. That emotion had long gone ... substituted by hate. For the last six months, this mind had only one thought ... one purpose, the destruction of Esha Arora. I can’t stop now. There’s more work to be done. The rain started drumming heavily against the dark windows

"Sophia's suicide note was very clear! She knew who it was!" He whirled toward me. His gaze was like a knife. But when it touched my pale face, doubt flickered for a moment. That doubt was immediately crushed by cruelty. "You must be hiding memories!" he growled. "You're blocking the Soul Vision Device!" He shoved the soul mage aside. He lunged at the control panel. His fingers slammed the deep extraction button. "Today I will drag out the killer!" The Soul Vision Device's power surged. The metal needles completely penetrated the soul core.

“What kind of disturbance?” “Someone is killing Soul-Keepers, Rumor has it whoever is killing our kind, they seek unlimited power to usurp the Soul lord” I rolled my eyes, I heard this before, it’s nothing new, when someone receives power they always want more and its usually a stupid dollmaker “So what?” “So what?!, do you even know what will happen if I am killed, Again?!” I hissed. “The afterlife would be a better place?” I teased.

And when I studied them deeply, I realized why Primordial is the scariest of our kind. Aurora, who didn’t know what murder is, killed people on spree whenever she lost control. So, what about a pack of that same kind with trained and the will to kill, with an actual black heart? “Isn’t it--- the s---” Arthur stammered. “The soul sorcerers…” I completed and the badge with a black heart squeezed in a fist, would make anyone shiver, including me. “They are coming…” I grunted as I remembered their history, the true definition of animals, the kind that feeds on their own and beasts that makes the Satan cry.

I take the time to study the last eight Soulless while dodging two hunters who focus their strength on attacking me. One had a limp but seemed to be an ex-Theta—a wolf who used to be third-in-command of the pack—, maybe an ex-Beta. He would be the hardest to take out. There were two wolves that looked to be ex-Trackers and the rest to be ex-Hunters. The Trackers would be fast in their crazed state, so I had to be faster. I change from defensive to offensive when one of the attackers lunge at me, my arm swinging out to slice at its paws with extended claws that were aimed to take my life. Black blood flows from its wounds as a howl of pain is released from the Soulless, and he tumbles to the

"Old stories, from before Blackthorn existed. About hunters who didn't hunt with weapons. Who used magic to twist wolves into monsters. To use them as weapons against packs they wanted destroyed." Dian's face hardened. "The Spirit Killers." "Yes." Selene looked between them. "What are Spirit Killers?" "An ancient enemy," Dian said. "Not wolf. Not human. Something that feeds on both. They were supposed to be extinct. Wiped out centuries ago." "Apparently not." Marta picked up the bandages again, hands shaking. "And apparently, they're interested in you." Selene's hand went to the pouch at her neck. It was warm again. Not burning. Waiting.