Soul Shrieker Novels & Stories

"They know every account, every shell corp, every dirty little secret I've ever buried…" They had been mentally, psychically violated. The new hunter was an entity codenamed the "Soul-Eater," a non-corporeal mind-thief who could steal and consume memories as easily as a common pickpocket lifts a wallet. Its goal was brutally clear: extract the location of the Obsidian Lab and the nature of Jack’s debilitating curse from the minds of his inner circle. "We can't track it," Aaliyah said, her voice laced with a despairing frustration. "There's no energy signature, no physical presence, nothing to lock onto. It's a ghost in the machine of the mind."

[The Hunger of 7.0] The scream wasn't coming from my throat, but it was vibrating through my teeth. It was a sound like grinding glass and dying stars, a digital hunger that felt like a swarm of insects crawling beneath my skin. The Heir wasn't just a voice anymore; it was a ghost trying to claw its way out of my chest to take its first real breath.

Thunder cracked in the distance. And in his mind, Nirvana's screams echoed. The devil had never known what it felt like to lose his soul. Until now.

The sound seemed to emanate from the depths of their soul, carrying with it the echoes of past hurts and present struggles. As the scream reached its crescendo, it carried with it a sense of catharsis. It was a primal release, an exorcism of emotions that had festered for far too long. And with each subsequent wail, the burden grew lighter, as if the act of vocalizing their pain offered a glimmer of hope in the midst of despair.

The sound that erupts from me is raw, unfiltered, and filled with a torrent of emotions that words alone cannot express. "AAAAHHHH!" The scream tears through my throat, carrying with it the weight of betrayal, hurt, and shattered dreams. It echoes off the walls, a desperate plea for answers and solace that can never truly be granted. The sound resonates, vibrating through every fiber of my being as if trying to purge the pain that threatens to consume me.

“And so I am doing this to save yourself. Not for you. Not for me. But for our mother.” She heard the Soulwaker said, ringing through her head the last word she had spoken, as the sound waves became even louder. It made to the point where her head started to hurt. The sound waves were loud enough to make her eardrums pop out. Snowball was removed from her embrace as it dropped down to the floor and rolled off. She then covered her ears for protection. She couldn’t withstand the sound, it was so loud, making her scream in pain as the music started showing off and coursing through her system. The music felt so weird and foreign because she couldn’t recognize the lyrics, or rather what was the

I awkwardly added after hearing his growl and seeing his expression. " You're lucky! I still need you or you'll minced rat!" " Whoa! whoa! whoa! All that weird squirrel liquid did was made you sing. I won't tell anyone about it! even though it was super funny. You know... Hikaru singing!" " That Vial! contained my soulmate link! And now I'm stuck singing because of you!" " That's all? You know I can just curse you to stop." " Curse? Curse me to stop!? *Laughs* You can't curse a soul!'

Following the suppression of such pain, Fane also started to understand the waves of soul power lashing out on his body. It turned out that the wind blowing toward his body was not wind. In fact, they were soul-shockwaves formed by the coagulation of souls. These soul-shockwaves were not aggressive and seemed to be formed by the gathering of actual souls. He could even feel the last wails of these souls to the world before they physically perished. “Let go of me! I don’t want to die!” “You b*stard! You filthy, worthless *sshole! I’ve groomed you with so much care throughout the years, and you repay me by betraying me! You even killed me!”

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

It was indeed too much for her. Suddenly, like a triggered bomb, a loud ear-splitting scream exploded from her vocal cords. “ARGHHHHHHHH!!!” Sheila shrieked like a banshee, the sound echoing through the night. She fell on her knees as she screamed, her face contorted with pain as her eyes burned red with tears. Just then she broke down, crying hysterically. She then sat on her butt on the ground, clutching her knees to her chest, Sheila cried uncontrollably.