Soul Snatcher Head Novels & Stories

They were beautiful, but it would be more beautiful if Syne appeared. Unfortunately, she wasn't the one who appeared. "I don't think Syne loved butterflies," The voice added, still not showing his face. "Who is he?" I asked Fermine. "You told us Syne loved butterflies!" Via added. "Are you kidding us?" "I think it's more of Uriel since he usually turned the souls into butterflies before they reincarnate," The voice explained. His voice is baritone and I can say it is full of sarcasm. "Who are you?" Via pulled out his knife even though I knew we were nothing against them. "Where is my brother?"

I'm really thankful for the button of my heart that I can't smell anything. Letting my hands do the work while my eyes are tightly closed I opened the chest. *screech* It gives a weird screech like it was not been opened for countless of years. Inside the disgusting trash chest, there is a human head. ----------------------------------------

I threw plate-sized yin-yang consecutively hitting her body but she remained stern and tough. Instead of letting him go, she girddled Zack’s soul tighter. The head suddenly devoured one another until the strongest of them remained. It’s head turned big with five heads combined. Behind her head engraved four faces with mouths opening wide as though they were silently screaming. Grip swung his scythe from behind him releasing a crucial attack hitting half of her body turning it to ashes. The demon remained unbothered despite its huge loss. It opened her mouth and swallowed Zack’s soul whole. Another face engraved behind her head. It was Zack’s.

"You commented on the drawings on my bag, they were of wolves?" Then it hit me. I remembered I was driving, trying to free my mind on the backroads two years ago when the scent of sadness hit me and I saw a sad-looking girl walking alone and I offered her a ride. "Nancy?" "Yes, that was my name when I was alive." Then the soul in the counter came back to me. "It's your soul over there in that counter!" "Yes, Major Skully keeps all his victim's souls there. They're like his trophies or something."

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!”

Seeing the pain on her sister's face did not make Cery stop her intention. "Decide immediately, Mrs Sniders!" Luna Cery pressed down on Rebecca Sniders' body. He didn't want to delay any longer, pack Baron's Luna wanted a clear identity and that could only be obtained from Rebecca Smith Sniders. Rebecca Smith Sniders' body rolled with the skittishness that began to take over her entire soul and wolf. Her bones seemed to break slowly, her flesh began to peel apart from her bones. Rebecca Smith Sniders' entire body seemed to be beyond saving. So Cery rushed to do things beyond her control.

His brow was wrinkled and he still had that inquisitive expression on his face. I looked back at the corpse. I initially turned my gaze to the deceased's face. Something about his face seemed familiar. I dropped myself a little to get a better look, and I wrinkled my brow. His head was turned towards the wall in the darkened part of the room. "What the fuck!" I sprung up and let out a scream. "What is the matter?" Harrison inquired, running in my direction. I formed a strike with my fist and took another look at the corpse. I said to Harrison, "That's the leader of the rogue." Harrison grabbed my arms and didn't let go right away.

Alberto picked the head out of the box. " Geez Snake, he really did a number on you", Alberto said to the head before returning it back to the box. " So what are we gonna do about this?", I asked with my hands on my waist. " About what? the head? we bury it of course", he said as he took in another huge puff. " No not the head", I said, " my brother. I sent you to kill him and all I got is a head in a box that wasn't his", I said breathing anxiously, " If we don't get him, he's gonna get us", I said.

The flower vase slips from my trembling hands and shatters against the floor. But I barely notice. Because the moment I touched it… I saw something. My breathing becomes uneven as I stumble backward away from the broken glass scattered across the floor. My head pounds violently while strange whispers echo inside my mind. Blood. Fire. Screams. Silver eyes glowing in darkness. And a voice… “The bond has awakened.” “What the hell…” I whisper shakily. My wolf is panicking inside me. Danger. A sudden sharp pain shoots through my chest so violently that I gasp and clutch my heart.

Bottom of Form Snake had begun to move around now, but had also had the sense to know that once someone saw him, they would never forget his face. His forehead dipped unnaturally, as if part of the bone had been caved in and never set right, leaving his skull with a warped, uneven slope. Deep lines carved his face into a permanent scowl, the corners of his mouth hooked in a way that suggested contempt rather than accident. The single eye that remained was sharp, watchful, and cold—a predator’s gaze, sizing up everything around him. His disfigurement wasn’t something that made him pitiable; it seemed to harden him, to give his presence a kind of raw, unnerving authority. When he entered a roo