Soul Snatcher Head Novels & Stories

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.

Seeing that, the cheering people could not help but gasp and they felt a chill down their spines. 'This....what is this?' 'It's a big snake, and it has nine heads…' At the same time, Chester and Debra looked at each other, and their expressions became solemn. They both knew that Scitalis had transformed back into his real body, and the power that erupted was terrifying. "Chester, show me your powers, and let me see how strong the famous person from the Nine Mainland is." At that moment, Scitalis shouted as a terrifying force erupted. He then flung his long tail toward Chester.

All because we’d been in contact with her? “And what we want…is you!” Suddenly, the entire building began to shake. I frantically looked around, trying to figure out who was doing this. I couldn’t fight my enemies if I couldn’t see them! “I must deliver you to my leader,” the figure before us rasped out in its demonic warped voice. My eyes widened as I saw one bony hand, the skin completely sloughed off it, reach for the head covering most nun’s wore. My scream echoed and bounced off the walls when the head covering was wrenched off, the head following and thudding to the ground with a dull clunk. By the time it hit the floor, the head was nothing but a bony skull, mouth still open impossibl

“In the recording, she was laughing. She said you’d helped evil thrive, and that you deserved the same fate as the rest; that you should never be able to recover for the rest of your life. “So, the real pumpkin-headed figure, the man over six-foot-three, was Chuck. “For money, Chuck had not only agreed to play along but had even gotten his own brother killed. Lily and Chuck have both been arrested.” Marcus looked at me, a quiet sense of relief in his eyes. “Sophie Sullivan, you’re free to go.” I stared at him, unable to find the words. Victoria let out a long breath beside me. The day I walked out of the detention center, the sunlight was blinding, almost painful.

“Is this your woman?” Sean nodded. “Yvette, this is Snakehead’s subordinate.” Yvette looked at him and nodded. The man smiled and stretched out his hand. “The boss is inside. This way, please.” Sean nodded and walked forward. Yvette followed. When she passed by that person, he smiled meaningfully as if he was looking at her ears. Her heart beat faster, and she immediately lowered her head. Soon, they turned a corner and saw Snakehead surrounded by his people. Snakehead had a very big and triangular head. No wonder that was his nickname. It was really appropriate.

"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.

Something that makes my breath hitch as various files run through my mind. An Obsidian bentley parks a few meters away—but it isn’t the car that draws my attention. A boy. A silver-haired boy. Not pale blond. Silver. Hair that shimmers as though spun from moonlight, tumbling carelessly over his shoulders, catching the sun in a way that makes it look almost metallic. His face is sharp well-defined cheekbones, a strong jawline, and a well-sculpted nose. Very symmetrical. Too perfect in a way he is less a product of inheritance and more like something constructed by meticulous design.

She peered around the edge of the concrete, and her blood turned to ice. A figure stood at the end of the platform. It was tall, its silhouette elongated and distorted, wearing the tattered remnants of a high-ranking Church uniform. Its head was missing, replaced by a cluster of exposed, fiber-optic cables that writhed like sensory tentacles. It held a long, crystalline rod”a data-collector, meant to harvest memories from the living. It wasn't hunting for food. It was hunting for narrative. It moved toward her, its movements agonizingly smooth, its head of shifting cables scanning the darkness.