Soul Snatcher Head Novels & Stories

The pause was clear enough to pass across the message as several pair of eyes flew to the dead man who had a bloody hole in the middle of his head! "The Santana's have been holding something dearest to me, something I'm going to get at any cost. And even if we trigger all the suspicions in the world...." He snarled and raised his murderous eyes like a vicious serpent. "....I'm still coming for them!"

He didn't need any other word from his master to know what it was. "It is Harold's head," Edward whispered as they looked down at the head, the pickaxe still embedded in it. From the point where it had entered into the skull, Edward knew that it must have been the eye. "We have to find a way to get it out of here, Your Grace," Mr Brown said. Edward looked back at the people and saw that they were still gathered there. He was about to return his attention back to the head when he saw someone walk past them and head towards him.

I asked when she took a bat from the cabinet. "Just in case it's a burglar." "It could be Mellon," I whispered to her. "He usually just shows up without any address. I hit him with a pan in the head the night you saw him." Stifled her chuckle that became a sound of a snort, she shook her head. "Well, that was a nice work-- what the-- mother of God!" A three-headed monster. Its scales are dark and stained with blood. There's drool coming out of the left head, the middle is biting a shoe, and the right head is staring at us

Even as a Vampire, he could feel Swift howling and growling inside him. It wasn’t any animal. It was human. He could guess it. His senses were getting clouded. He was getting high on the whiff. Sniffing once. Twice. He opened his eyes. His face was screaming intoxication and pleasure. He took the bottle to his lips. Reading everyone’s expression. His crimson red eyes were sparkling golden in between. His friends were all tense. He could faintly hear Alpha Michael since Zol couldn’t hear it. They were all standing sucking in their breaths.

"Don't say, Seza. I'll say it for you. Hande, I'm very excited, what am I going to do. Look, I told you, okay?" Seza looked at him with a confused expression while trying to catch up with Hande with quick steps. "I can't believe it, how did you know?" As Hande's smile grew, she spoke in a serious voice. "You know, I'm a Scorpio and I have strong feelings. I'm also very smart. That's how I know." When Seza realized that Hande was making fun of her and fell again, she was walking and talking while looking in a distorted way.

Lira The heads sat in a sealed black box in the centre of the New Moon council table, surrounded by a silence so thick you could hear Heraldine’s breath catching in her throat. The blood still smelled fresh. In the box was one head, a scout named Devon, barely recognisable and his mouth open in terror. The other who was older, had the tattoo of their pack's crest just below his jawline. The box was delivered by Moonlight wolves. Kol’s people. It was packaged with precision and labelled with names.

Unfortunately, I would be visiting for business. The star of the evening was a famous scientist many years back. Helenos Satchel was known for his obsession with anything dead. The Parliament ordered his confinement to Area Forty-One after they found him guilty of stealing four specimens from the cryonics and the attempt to murder and obtain New-Man bodies. As much as I wanted to use a charged orb or hire a wheeler, neither were feasible ideas with my Night Walker getup. I really wished there was an easier way to travel. After about half an hour of running, I finally saw the rusted signs.

She has no male tendencies but I can ask her soul what she prefers," I replied and he just nodded. "We will need a very fresh one because I just remembered that if it's dead it will decompose with Grace stuck inside," Sathanas said firmly with a shudder. I rubbed my eyes realizing this body issue was going to be more difficult than I'd hoped. I could see the hospital in the distance and was getting very perturbed the more I thought about body snatching. "Won't the brain of the body retain the memories of its former owner," I questioned and Sathanas hissed.

I’m unable to scream again, so I pray the Snakes have heard me. ‘Scream like that again, and I’ll snap your neck!’ He hisses. His eyes are dark and have a murderous look in them. He has a tattoo near his eye of a spider. He must be a Spider Back. I tremble in fear, my cheek hurts, and my neck and throat hurt. ‘Zurielle!’ My name is called out. It’s the Snakes; they’re looking for me. They must have heard me scream and noticed the door of the Snake Pit still wide open.