Soul Snatcher Head Novels & Stories

Valeria stared at the photograph in silence. Her manicured fingers trembled slightly as she held the glossy image—one of a small, frail boy, no older than eight, sitting beside a tall figure she recognized instantly as the Widowmaker. The boy’s eyes were hollow. Malnourished. Unloved. But it wasn’t his condition that chilled her—it was the knowledge behind the image. They had found him. They knew. Another photo lay beside it on her desk. Markus’s severed head, his eyes still frozen in terror, mouth agape in his final scream. Dried blood stained the wrapping. Whoever sent it had made sure she understood the message.

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

The examiner asked, pushing a different picture towards him, one that I hadn't seen before. It was a picture of an open suitcase. The contents weren't for someone with a faint heart. A heart placed nicely in the center of the suitcase, along with neatly piled guts and other body parts and the most prominent one being the severed dark head placed right beside the heart. The suitcase soaked with blood.

He was yet to recover from being zapped when Nicklaus suddenly grabbed hold of his feet but unfortunately he slashed on the face and he immediately let go of his feet and stepped backwards as a shrill growl escaped his lips. The Sloth saw this as an opportunity to attack as he lunged forward with his claws but unfortunately for him Nicklaus caught him mid air and chewed off his head from his body and the grass was painted with the blue blood of the sloth… Nicklaus threw the headless body into his mouth and ate him… He growled once more before he began to shift into his human form.. He was completely naked and covered in blood and the hideous scar on his face had healed up immediately and his

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.

"Be cautious. People should not be underestimated. If such items were indeed up for auction, forget the Marquis and Earls, even a ducal clan might attend. I'm not interested in provoking them." "Don't be concerned, Master." "Umm..." My focus was on the system shop. There was an item listed on it that resembled somewhat a sentient soul. It cost a whooping 50000 essence and could only be used for one day before being destroyed. I was first intrigued but quickly abandoned it because I didn't require it. [Famed Soul Thief] [A Soul race member who received training to be a thief. It may steal anything the host requires without anyone noticing. It can travel through any barrier and is undetectable

“Welcome to the second world! Only one instance left before the host can enter the centre!” "How can I be optimistic about that right now? Do you see that mess hanging down? This doesn't give me a good feeling, Vivien!" Jana sat up from the bed and inspected the damned thing. It was a mannequin's head that had a third degree burn from the side of the face down to the cheek. Jana figured it's a man's head because of its hair and features. 'Was it the original soul who did this?' Jana covered her mouth. 'Am I inside a weirdo's body?'

One of the ugly head monsters said "The soul nectar will keep drawing all the evil entities towards him, and he won't even survive a fight with them." I told him to "keep your story for the gods." He is an ugly demon with two heads. He was standing beside the one with four hands, a big head, long sharptails, and big bulging muscles. He also has different scars running across his face; his teeth were so rotten that maggots were walking all around his body. His teeth were so brown, and I could guess it was because of the blood that was dripping from them. He was wearing a black glistening bumper, a breastplate, and a sabre in his two hands, while the other two hands were used for describing. W

"When I found it, it was still alive, but barely. Someone or something had ripped its throat out and left it for dead. I discovered 'her' lying along the river. Silverish gray fur, and bipedal with dark red eyes. Instead of taking the risk of her healing, I ripped her head off." Susi strolled over to a chest I missed when I walked in. She popped the locks and the stink of death and rot slapped me. Ethan gagged and spiraled to face the wall as she carried the head of an old woman over to me, plopping it onto my desk. I mouthed a sarcastic "thanks" as clotted blood trickled onto my cherry oak workspace. She snickered, plopped her behind back into her seat.

“How can we use that to our advantage?” “It will be difficult,” another of the Souled, a large man she thought she’d heard someone calling Lou earlier, said. He was even more imposing a character than Adrian, and that was saying something. With a bald head and one small hoop earring, he had a face that also looked like it had been chiseled out of rock, except for the pock mark scars. “Even if they do not wish to help that woman, they will not fold so easily.” Jo almost asked what the point in having that information was, but she didn’t. They might tell her other things, things she might actually find useful.