Soul Killer Novels & Stories

Each word was so very painful for Summer to get out as with each passing minute Michael's hand was growing tighter and tighter around her throat. If this continued the man may very well kill her. The immediate sense of relief at that thought astounded Summer. She had had a bout of depression that had led her to trying to kill herself a few years back, but it hadn't even occurred to her that she still craved death until this very moment. Laughing Michael suddenly let go of Summer's neck and watched with indifference as she collapsed before him gasping for breath. "I won't allow you to get your wish." Michael snapped.

"Did you want to do this Westley? .. No your going to keep being the coward awesome NOW SHUT UP! Im sorry I didn’t realize how sheltered a life you have led, and your absolutely right I didn’t get to know you at all. But lets not get things twisted he’s not so innocent, do you want to know what his powers do?” She looks at me like a deer caught in head lights and just nods, “All the elders and witches my parents have consulted have had one word for it. He is known as a Stealer not of things but mates, and the reason why it’s called that is because he can make anyone feel the mate bond with him. Have you ever heard humming while you’re with him, but magically he vanishes before you know where

Starsoul's words were very enticing, and when the King of Killers thought of the scene, he had goosebumps all over his skin. In any case, he was the king of world killers. Even if he were to die, he could not suffer such humiliation. Star Soul Evil Spirit smiled and said, “Don’t worry, of course I won’t do this to you. I will successfully dissect you and then throw you into the salt water to slowly heal your wounds. After that, I will cut your wounds open and throw you back into the salt water again. This process will let you taste what is called a fate worse than death!”

he replied. I shrugged in thought. “I know so little about them. It never clicked with me.” He moved to the bed and sat down on its edge. “The soul collectors pursue human wrong doers and harvest their souls to take back to the devil when the human has died. It is rare that they take a human alive. Usually it is because that human is on the brink of death. You are neither evil nor on the brink of death, so why were you taken?”

The face of Seven Killings was the worst, and a mouthful of blood was about to spew out, but he resisted it. Xiao Chen was also shocked by force. Fortunately, this old man was not doing a self-destructive Nascent Soul and released the power of Soul. Otherwise, the four of them may have gone to the Ghost Realm to see the Yamaraja of the Ten Halls. Generally speaking, cultivators would never easily fight to the death with each other with the power of Soul, especially people like Danyang Zi, because the release of the power of Soul truly meant that the person's soul would be shattered and gone forever and not just a descriptive saying.

I should not think in that way. Soul eaters are men who were cursed by witches and have to eat the souls of humans to live their lives. After the soul eater devours a victim's soul, the victim disappears as dust. The soul eater can take the form of a dog or other animal in pursuit of his or her practice. . But who dared to inform the soul eater that there was a living person in my mansion? ‘Father!’ I saw Annie’s hair getting disappeared and at the end, nothing was there in my hand except the dust. I felt the world-shaking and rain started pouring hard on the earth, the fire and heat level increased in hell, not only this, the speed of wind shook heaven as well.

Mark asked. “A woman’s. I heard it seduces men in the club and then kill them to increase its life on earth. The soul is quite clever. It leaves no evidence behind so, even humans aren’t suspicious of those humans deaths. The soul makes it appear like a suicide.” Lucian explained Mark who gave a nod. “Is it really powerful?” Mark asked. “Very,” replied Lucian. “Let’s end it then,” proclaimed Mark.

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!"

Throw it on the pile at this point. “All right. I’m a literal devil. I’m the highest ranked and most deadly kind of demon. My entire family are and so my great-grandparents made a business out of it, helping to rid the world of those who deserve it. Soul suckers for hire. If you see me, I’m the last thing you see before I take your soul into my body and your corpse burns to ash slowly and with excruciating pain,” he says, meeting my eye. My jaw falls open and I quickly close it. But it just falls open again.

The deep voice which finishes that sentence is the only sound the ghost makes as he enters the room. "Got bored playing holy arth thou?" I ask without turning to face him as I stare at the now vacant body. I say a silent prayer and close the Italians eyes before I slide my bloody blade across my leather pants. "It's Sunday," he points out, "gotta phone my sisters." With that, I feel his retreat as his dangerous aura leaves the room with him. I've known Killer since he joined the special ops program a few years back. I was the one who introduced him and Snake to the biker world.