Soul Killer Novels & Stories

"Lucas the Demon, please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dark Soul." The Rank 2 Ancestor Ranked Dark Race looked at Lucas proudly. "You're already dead," said Lucas. Dark Soul was surprised, and he looked at Lucas in astonishment. Before he could even talk, he lost the chance to do so ever again. Swoosh! A cold glint appeared, and Dark Soul parted from the world for good. Up till the moment when he was dead, Dark Soul could not believe that he would just drop dead like that. "Lucas the Demon, why are you so angry?"

I tell him and he nods. “Am glad we have an understanding and I think from now on. You and I will get along fine. Now, do you remember what I said if something like this happens again?” I asked him. “Yes, I remember.” He answers, his face is white as snow, and I can see that he is in a lot of pain. Poor man. “Good, Fingers, drive him to the nearest hospital and leave him there,” I tell him and get out of the cold room. I met Souls just as I am headed to the shower, they call him Souls because he enjoys watching people as their souls leave their bodies when they die. Creepy I know but this is the bratva world, the world of weird stuff, blood, drug, and money.

“The Whispers.” I’m already terrified of this weird ass forest and now he’s naming something that makes no sense but sounds chilling, “W-What are those?” “Soul hunters,” the boy smiles at me. “Can you not smile when you say that?” I says, tightly. “I don’t know which one of you is more terrifying.” “Sorry,” he grins. “But they can suck out your soul with a single touch. They’re all around us right now.” My heart nearly jumps out of my mouth in stark terror, “W-What?”

With blood flowing, he applied his bare lips to her warm lips, kissed her very violently and then moved away from her to achieve what he wanted and left her watching her out of the bar, heading to her car and sprinting with great speed towards her desired destination. I knocked on a door with great force, and moments later, the door was opened by a young woman who was surprised to see her, but the surprise was not complete, as a gunshot rang out throughout the place, and the latter fell into an abyss on the ground. Only then did the killer realize what she had done because of the whispers of Satan, who was standing at a distance, harvesting the souls of the dead and capturing the soul of the

My mouth drops open, my heart races, my baby kicks and my wolf howls and growls in anger. "HELP! SOMEONE, HELP!" I scream, before receiving a harsh stinging slap on the face. "Shut the fuck up you whore!" Soul hisses. Soul stops with a grin, and moves up so he's sitting on top of me, straddling me! "Now, I have a great plan! The best plan I have ever thought of. You, my love, are going to do as you're told and act like you don't know a thing! You will continue to stand up for me, and love me the way I expect. I will kill those bastard mates of yours and take the pack for myself!"

Undead Creations: Bone Knight: A towering behemoth clad in armour forged from the very bones of the fallen. These warriors are formidable in battle, their strength augmented by the souls of countless warriors bound within their skeletal frame. Summoning a Bone Knight requires a vast number of souls and a deep connection to the power of death. Wraith Stalker: A spectral assassin, swift and deadly, composed of pure ethereal energy. Wraith Stalkers are masters of stealth and surprise, their forms flickering in and out of existence, leaving trails of icy cold in their wake.

"Please calm down, Mr. and Mrs. Swanson. Cassidy always wanted this targeted drug developed. It was her dying wish. She'd be thrilled if she knew we succeeded!" How dare he use my name? I couldn't help but tighten my fists. Clearly, Miles had no idea that I was back, much less that I was watching him put on such a shameless, scheming act. Pah! Dying wish, my foot! He was just making use of my parents' love for me and squeezing out every last drop of value from my name. But in his eyes, I was already dead. So what he was doing was essentially using a dead person's name to extort money from my parents.

But tonight, none of that mattered. As I went closer to the bar, my fears kept pulling me back, but no! I grabbed the bottle. "Johnny Walker," the label read. With a twisted grin, I uncapped it and placed it against my lips. I didn’t sip. I gulped. I kept drinking until a sharp pain tore through my chest. I gasped, pressing a hand against my ribs. But then, I laughed again—because Michael Finsch was a disgusting bastard, and I was an even bigger fool.

“Do you want me to show you instead? Show not tell, as they say….” I gasped. No, I gaped. This man—he’s everything I hated. Yet, still, I ached for him, every inch of him. I wanted and needed him in all the aspects I can think of. “I want you, Zarion…” He smirked. “Romantic feelings involve something that is defined by the soul—soulmates as they claim. Soulmates are always in love, romantically involved. You felt something like there’s a rat running inside your rib cage. You felt like you couldn’t continue your life without him as cheesy as it may sound. Not only that, but you felt like you’ve seen your future the moment your eyes met. And that…” he paused, inhaling through his nose. “...You