Soul Snatcher Head Novels & Stories

John inquired, the moment he stopped beside me as he eyed the bloody pile ahead. Ignoring his inquiries, my narrowed eyes abruptly spotted something familiar; it was what resembled Alpha Max’s Gamma—that is, what was left of him. I padded closer and bent to retrieve his severed head, lifting it up as I stood upright, hanging it closer to my face as I silently observed it—it was him, alright. Three angry-deep claw marks decorated most of his face, making it unrecognisable but I could still scent his ordinary scent, slightly tainted with decay.

Apart from Damien, the ten nobles who were still alive in the room were shocked after hearing that Damien had just mentioned Vincent's head was in the sack that Damien had thrown at Saveroth earlier. "You killed Vincent? Wow, I know you guys always fight. But, I didn't expect it to be this extreme. If I knew it would end like this, I should have placed a bet on you from the start, hahahaha~..." chirped Andrew Tomahawk, one of the noble class vampires in the room. Saveroth spilled the entire contents of the black sack he was holding. Four heads fell to the floor. One of the owners of the head is known, namely a noble class vampire named Vincent Von Dutch. But no one knows who the owners of th

he spits. I squat down to his level. I raise my shirt and there, just above my waistband on my hip, is the Damned Forsaken crest of a raven with a skeletal wing and head sitting atop a skull with a halo leaning against it on one side and a gun on the other. His eyes widen in acknowledgment.

Leonard chuckled. "What do you mean?" Draco asked restlessly. Leonard threw something on the carpet. It rolled and stopped not far from Draco's feet. It was a dragon's head that had been decapitated and preserved. Draco stared at the dragon's head without any reaction. He did not recognize the dragon's head. The head did not belong to Albus, Jergintarth, Zergenth, Zilpher, Urvath, or Zellin. Draco was secretly grateful that the dragon head carcass wasn't the one he knew.

Nevertheless, Nikolai remained unbothered in his seat and watched how Tommaso would react to his gift. Inside the box was the rotting head of the man that he caught at the auction house. The very same man that touches his doll and the one he tortured. His eyes were still open, but the lenses had almost completely turned white, and his mouth was gaping as he gasped for what would be his final breath of anguish. It was gruesome to look at. His face had turned into a deep shade of purple and twisted grotesquely with all the cuts and wounds he acquired during the torture. On the side was his amputated finger that still had the ring on it.

"So, Mr. Croaker, what do you want to do about the disembodied soul of Tom Riddle?" Erik asked Croaker. "The detector that we crafted showed that it was outside the British Isles, so I will have to take that offer that you made to us to help hunt for it." Croaker said to Erik. "No problem. Selena will love to hunt it down." Erik said to Croaker, letting a big grin appear on his face just imagining what Selena will do to the soul of Tom Riddle. "And when can you help us hunt it down?" Croaker asked Erik.

Recalling a peculiar encounter in a white room earlier, where he had noticed an individual who stood out due to their height, Stallion's anger grew. He had wanted to confront that person, but a vital meeting had intervened, preventing him from doing so. Stallion recognized the urgency of the situation, considering the capabilities of Queen and Shawn, who had managed to infiltrate his residence. With his plans in jeopardy, Stallion called upon someone he believed could assist – the police chief. When the police chief answered the call, Stallion urgently conveyed, "My residence is under attack, led by Shawn Diesel and Queen Scorpion. I need them apprehended and brought to me. Deploy your best

The Earthstalker, a magnificent creature with the body of a rabbit and the head of a cat, emerged onto the bank, its amber eyes glowing with an eerie intelligence. The snare sprung with a satisfying snap. The net, woven with surprising strength, engulfed the Earthstalker, its struggles muffled by the thick vines. A surge of triumph flooded Gandal, a counterpoint to the exhaustion gnawing at his bones. He had done it. He had outsmarted the elusive creature. But as he approached his captured prize, a low growl erupted from the shadows behind him. Deimon, his eyes narrowed and fangs bared, emerged from the darkness, his primal possessiveness taking hold.

one of the Lunas exclaimed, rushing to the door, her face pale as she fought the urge to vomit. I stood frozen, staring at the head of the rogue that I had sent after Maximilian. He was a predator that could track down his prey using only their scent, a killer and an extremely dangerous rogue. He had been hired to track him down. And now Maximilian had sent it back to me as a grotesque offering. "AHHH!" I finally cried, the sound of my voice filled with pure disgust and terror as I dropped the box. The smell and the head was more horrifying than anyone could ever imagine.

Kayla's POV I pulled on my hood and took Harrison's hand, opening the car door without hesitation and leaping into the frigid icy land. Harrison and I had barely steadied ourselves when Nathan's voice was heard in the snowstorm. "I've brought what you wanted." Accompanying Nathan's voice was an object he threw in our direction. The black sphere rolled across the thick ice, quickly reaching our feet. It was the severed head of an old man. I restrained my beating heart, taking a step forward to get a clearer look at the head.