Soul Snatcher Head Novels & Stories

I snarled, my voice dropping into that chilling, double-toned sovereign resonance that made the standing puddles of water beneath our boots ripple in outward rings. I stepped onto the central platform, my crimson pupils ringed by liquid gold flaring with a dangerous, ancient intensity that pierced the darkness. At the center of the vault stood a shattered obsidian pedestal. The iron containment box—which Vance had reported as a collection of old architectural blueprints—was torn open. The parchment was gone, replaced by a single, terrifying object left in its place: a fresh, severed wolf head from one of our frontline Northern scouts, its mouth stuffed with a single, highly refined silver ne

She looks terrified now, her fingers shaking a bit around the bag strap. I give the smallest nod possible, hoping this too will slide. Aspyn swallows and lifts the severed head fully into view. Sera steps closer. "Wow, what a hunt," she says. Then her entire expression changes as recognition flashes sharply across her face. My heartbeat stumbles once as her eyes returned to my face. “But that isn’t a rogue.” The room stills completely. Sera’s eyes sharpen further as she studies the creature’s features. “This is a Grimward," she adds, turning back to face me. "What are you doing with the head of a Grimward?"

He informed and I wondered what they were planning, it's not new that the bitch called Snakehead would take any amount to kill whoever his clients want to kill. “Can you figure out why they are meeting and where? I would join them, I'm very sure whatever plan they have will be delayed till I figure out what they are planning. I'm sure SnakeHead doesn't have a death wish, he would not want to go against me.” I confidently stated, not wanting to kill him, but I would have no other option if he went against my wish. “I am tracing their call right now, and it seems the leader of the Scorpion wants him to keep a watch for us, he's going to be on the rooftop with his sniper to make sure his 100 mi

If I can catch her tonight, I will dispatch of her quicky before getting my soul back. Lately, I have been having really bizarre dreams about catching her. When I do, I chop her head clean off and then don’t even bother to hide her body. Because once I get my soul back, I head to someplace warm and never look back again. Living out my days in the sun and my nights with many different women.

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.

She returned her phone in the pocket after scanning the old man's background and flinching upon the stingy pain. "Ouch, can you make it simple? Come on, you're too harsh on me." She groaned in discomfort after her knees slammed the tiled floor. "Position yourself, Von. We'll be starting to snipe him over." Hugh Turner tries to scope the target using his sniper. She then started up to lower herself to the window and sight the victim. They can't waste any more time on this, their superior wants to end him already.