Soul Snatcher Head Novels & Stories

With a cracking sound, he was nailed to a rock. The guard died with eyes open, and the huge wound on his chest was bleeding uncontrollably. Even though Soul Snatcher was plump, he showed agility that did not match his physical appearance. He quickly reached the leading guard, swept the iron claws across, and cut off the guard's arm. Then, he crossed his arms around the guard's neck. Swoosh! The guard's head flew up, and blood was rushing out. Soon, the leader's headless body swayed a few times and fell to the ground.

But we included the sirens into these laws as well as the other shifters, so it has been tiring making sure everyone was happy. I had a meeting with Gina, the new head of the Hunter’s Organisation. She was present to make sure nothing violated the treaty between the human and the shifters. Which it wasn’t. She was happy with what was added or removed. She is a nice person. Even if she is a witch and I don’t mean in a degrading way, because that is what she is.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

But something about his tone sent a chill crawling up my spine. I shouldn’t have opened it. But I did. I lifted the lid and everything inside me shattered. Three heads. Three decapitated, disfigured male heads, nestled in silk like they were twisted trophies. Each one frozen mid-scream, jaws slack, eyes bulging in terror. One had scorch marks along his temple, like something had been branded into his skin. Another was missing his tongue, just a bloodied hole where it used to be. The third had his eyes gouged out, lids torn and empty sockets gaping into hell.

The smell of fresh human flesh made her head throb and her throat ache. data-p-id=56531b05a9961565cf198616dbe583b2,Sensing an audience, the three ghouls drenched in blood turned to the two younger ghouls, their eyes were wide, pupils diluted and orbs the colour of blood. Their eyes held a wild gaze, as if this was their first taste of flesh in months. data-p-id=dadab1d8892f46a58c49423177a34a51,One of them snarled. "Hey punks, get lost, unless you wanna be next."

Sunny is still trying to hide from Sana, how mean. I got close to them and said, "Sunny is a bloody gangster and he hides his identity from you, Sana." When I said this Sunny pushed me with his full force and I bump into the waiting chair. I feel like my lower rib bone is broken as its handle is made of steel and I scream in pain.

Levi’s deep voice sounded out. “Yeah. That’s why I contacted several of my colleagues from different departments and had them send over some of their Scenters.” Judging by the glint in Fynn’s eyes, Noah guessed, “Good news?” “Indeed! One of their Scenters managed to recognize the scent of our Shooter! He is a hired hitman going by the codename Swiftrain. They have been trying to catch him for quite some time now.” ❗ Important News ❗

He was ordering his men to take the dead keepers that laid lifelessly on the floor to_gods knows where. "This place must be well prepared for our master's arrival." "Yesssss bosssss." A serpentine creature dragged itself away from the order. "Sir! A traitor!" A man called out. When I got closer, I saw his face more clearer. His ugly perfectly round head, his bulky shoulders with a new big lump that formed on his left cheek. I realised him at once. "Ma! You're still alive." I said, flashing a cold smile at him.

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.”

Reggie responded grinning. Summer thought for a minute trying to remember what this new zapper he was speaking of was. Gasping her eyes widened as she remembered the new device that Vincent had created. It sat on the person's head like a hat and when they refused to speak it sent an electric current surging from their scalp to their body. It was just enough to hurt them severely, but not enough to kill them. Looking to the man Summer smirked, "Yeah, go get it." "Get what?" The man demanded as the first signs of fear began to form on his face. "What are you getting?"