Soul Snatcher Book Novels & Stories

Specter rubbed his chin as if genuinely considering the question. "Well, it's complicated. Let's skip that part! I'm simply fascinated by Felix. I've invested considerable resources into investigating him, and you are one of the most interesting discoveries. "If I'm not mistaken, you played a role in his entry to the shopping mall, didn't you? Your soul attributes are quite unique. If I'm not wrong, you're a Soulhunter."

the sorceress asked, sipping on a bluish liquid that filled her cup, which I assumed to be maybe a rare species of wine. “One of your sorceresses who worked for my pack stole my mate's scent and wolf,” Kaiden said, swirling the wine glass in his hands. The sorceress had an amused look in her eyes. “I see. You have the power to confront and get it from her, so why come here? I'm guessing she’s dead and that's why you're here—because you need my help.” “Correct,” Kaiden remarked. “She killed herself, and I don't know why. But I know you have a book containing all the sorcerers that roam the earth.”

-Yohan- The moment when he had seen her in the garbage container, was reflected in his mind. Her voice was still fresh in his senses. The way she had asked him to save her, shook his heart whenever he recalled that moment. He wanted to know who the hell wanted to punish her to such an extent. Sara Owen's gaze fell on a book. “What is this?” Her low words attracted his attention and he came back to his senses. She looked at a book with amusement. “Night Diamond.” She smiled dazzlingly.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

She had a feeling that this book must have something that Hyun wanted to hide. "Is it the book you stole from Love?" Hyun rolled his eyes. He did not steal this book. He only borrowed it.... without permission. "What is in it?" Giselle moved towards the book but before she could pick it up, Hyun took the book. He chuckled nervously. "It's nothing... It's really nothing." "Give me that book." Giselle ordered the wolf spirit who right now wanted to but the book. Why he had to take this book? Why?

“There you go again. Knowing everything.” “I've been keeping tabs on you and your sister,” he grinned. “I even know your love interests. Trevor and Kelvin.” “Kelvin is not my love interest,” I retorted. “And why have you been keeping tabs on us? “Is he not your love interest? Lady Macbeth,” he grinned. “What the hell!” I exclaimed. “How?” “Well, let me clear some of your confusion,” he said. “You knew the shadow clan kidnapped Henry Luther. But you never knew he escaped. And you never imagined that he would be the sheriff of Westview. Did you?”

Victor wanted to reluctantly argue, blinded by what was really happening but the next second his breath hitched in utter disbelief at the sudden occurrence flashing before him. “No… No!... im... impossible! It must be the drug… you must have released the fumes in here… yes! That has to be it… this was all part of your plan… have the others distract me… while you were secretly waiting to take me out…” The agitated man reasoned; clearly in denial as he stumbled backwards pressing on the wall behind him for support, his eyes intently glued to the scene of the glitching figure several steps ahead. “I… can assure you… this is no drug… and I am… Mike Rayburn… a soul with a vengeance.”

She also mentioned that Imogen had been transferred to another department, while a young man had taken over as Chase's secretary. "So, are you going to forgive him now?" she asked. "What? Are you daft?" I snorted. "He could have done this a year ago. Maybe I might have forgiven him then. But now? It's too late. I don't have a habit of settling for sloppy seconds." My villa soon became a beacon for Paul and Karoline's attention. At first, they tried to loiter nearby, pretending discretion while their eyes searched greedily for any glimpse of my baby. Before long, they dropped the act and began openly stalking him.

The source is left a hollow vessel, a ghost in their own skin. "Black magic," a voice rasped from the shadows. I jumped, the book nearly sliding off the bed. An old man stood by the window, his eyes clouded with cataracts but sharp as needles. The record-keeper. "It’s not just a transfer, boy," he whispered, leaning on a cane made of driftwood. "It’s a theft of the soul. It requires a drop of blood and a vessel—something to hold the stolen power. It leaves a scent of sulfur and rot on the one who takes it. Why are you digging in this grave?"