Soul Snatcher Head Novels & Stories

They forced me to kneel, to bow my head, refusing to let me go until I complied. Bella’s once youthful and innocent face twisted into something demonic. I heard her ask, her voice soft but cruel, “So tell me, are you my dog, little bitch?” The pain made me dizzy, and my instinct to survive buried my dignity. I nodded frantically, desperate to avoid further torment. “Yes… yes…” Her voice dropped lower as if savoring her power over me. “Well then, my good dog, little bitch, why don’t you bark for me?” I hesitated for a moment, but then another girl kicked me from behind, forcing a cry from my lips.

“And how do you do that?” His lips curled. “It's quite diabolical. I’ll need a face, carved out of a body, preferably from a young teenage boy. A pair of light blue eyes, small button pointed nose. That would do for now, I can manipulate the rest myself.” My jaw dropped as I stared at the shape shifter. “You’ve gone nuts.” “You're asking us to kill an innocent boy.” “No.” He denied, “You can get it from the morgue. It doesn't have to be from one person.”

I shouted at him. Tom's glee turned to disbelief. "Why the fuck not?" A bang from behind me drew my attention and saw that Craig had taken out the last creature's kneecaps effectively stopping it. He turned to us and the distrust on his face was so obvious that the air around us dropped a few degrees. "Because they are not actually dead. Just soulless. If we can get their souls back, they will be fine. But you can't return a soul to a dead body, now can you?" I asked irritably.

Just with a ring, a male voice answered and Hansel immediately ordered. " I'll send you a picture, get rid of her without a trace and i'll take care of the rest. She just left the campus" '' Noted sir, i'll be waiting" The voice answered and the line suddenly went dead. Hansel swiftly scrolled through the phone for a while and spontaneously stopped, clicking on an image of a young 18years old; ebony black curry haired girl whose complexion was of neutral sand undertone with hooded eyes which was sky blue in colour and of round face shape and about 5.4ft. Finally laying hold of his target, he pressed the send command after which he continued his walk to his destination.

Elena stopped a few feet from us looking around uneasily. " I scouted the area, looks fine but something's off." " Is there something wrong? We're sure they would be here and from our location, no passerby would suspect us." Mike replied but she shook her head and looked as if she wanted to say something but decided not to. " You're probably right." She said instead. " So what's our next plan?" she asked looking from me to Mike. " Dan, one of our men whose also our IT man would track down our mole and pinpoint their exact location while we get ready to sneak up on them, get what we want and get out of there hopefully without anyone noticing us." I replied this time.

"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."

' Her face lit up with joy as she took a deep inhale and unwrapped the box. She slid the box open... Her happiness, however, vanished replaced with her regrets... Inside the box, a human head with dry blood greeted her! A person so close to her… Sophia. The one who takes care of Zelle’s meals every single day. And that individual was merely a head, with a pale face and a big open mouth, her eyes bulging out with dry blood beneath them. Besides the head, there were printed photos of Sophia’s headless body!!! “Ahhh!!!” Zelle screamed and passed out while clutching the note she had received.

She kissed the head of the baby hiding inside her chest and looked up at the sky smiling. On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace.

I need to wake up. He brings forth his net, filled with another set of skulls. I hold my breath, my lips quivering as he pulls out the first one, bearing the face of Ruelle—rotting with worms crawling out of the socket of her eyes. “If you had warned Magnus… she’d still be here,” the Soulkeeper says, shaking his head. “No, please,” I protest, trying to fight the weight of the sand but with every struggle I seem to get buried deeper. “Don’t!”