Soul Snatcher Head Novels & Stories

He looked rather infuriated with his sharp eyes so she quickly looked away. Chamberlain Hazi followed her gaze and clapped his hands. "Oh, here you are, the great wizard of Sarang!" He leapt to him and his eyes fell straight onto the glowing relic, shaped like a white wolf head, that was in his hands. "Is this it? Are you sure it will bring out the white wolf?" He excitedly reached for it, but the man was fast and drew his sword at once. "It will, but I would rather you keep your dirty paws off it."

She gave a nod. “Can you send me this picture?” He gave a nod taking the phone back. The necklace had a twisting black metal chain, with a sapphire in the center of the pendant. She took out her phone to see if it came through and it did. She looked at the photo again. She frowned, over the sapphire it looked like a wolf was sitting head up with the profile and circling around the stone she could see what looked like a serpent eating its tail. No fucking way. In for a penny in for a pound, and she had a feeling fate was at work here. “If you hear from Max, or of that please let me know. You’ll be compensated for it, you have a knack for getting what others can’t.” She gave a nod and his grou

She asked him, looking impatiently at his cold and decomposing body. “Maybe she’s looking for you, don’t you think?” But who cares? His hers and only hers now. If he just chose her, maybe he is not that ugly like that now. “I need to do what I have to do. I snatch him, and now his soul is in this jar. All I have to do is collect a hundred celestial souls. Oh! Now it’s only 50, and for the chief ingredient a maiden’s blood, and I know to whom is the perfect one.”

Other than the bodyguards, the rest of the people, including Buchanon, were looking at her. She tossed the black plastic bag on the floor, and Buchanon nearly wet his pants when he saw what was inside the plastic bag. He fell to the floor and stammered, “It… It’s a head.” Fabio glanced at the terrified Buchanon and snorted. “Stop being so dramatic. It’s just a head.” A bodyguard picked Buchanon up from the floor. His face was pale and bloodless as he looked at the expressionless Gail. The air was pervaded with the smell of blood. Everyone fell silent as they could feel a chill down their spines when they saw the head that had a grotesque expression.

Sophie kept looking at him as Alpha Jones kept walking towards her. "You can have it. I don't know why it is hard for you to believe" he handed out the bag to her. Sophie was unbothered by his comment. She grabbed the bag from him quickly. She overturned the bag to throw out the head. "What is it?" Alpha Jones seemed confused. The head fell out of the bag but it wasn't really a head anymore. It seemed like a sculpture of a head

Do you mean that Sir Owen might have other sculpted heads in addition to this one? Li Dongguo said, "I'm not sure. Anyway, there will only be a snake's head in tonight's auction." Qin Haodong thought for a while and decided to get the snake's head first. After all, it was quite impossible for a man to possess two or more treasures like the sculpted head. After that, Li Dongguo gave him some background information about Sir Owen. Then, Qin Haodong said, "Mr. Li, it's almost time for the auction. I have to go and take a look."

He is wearing the seal around his neck like a pendant. Grinning to myself, I grab a glass of champagne off a tray and make a beeline for the stairs. In a couple of seconds, I'm standing behind him. He bumps into me from behind and turns to look at me. As soon as he does that, I move closer to him and bury my claws in his guts. He chokes, eyes wide with horror. "Gotcha" I whisper in his ear and he begins to tremble. Before he can recover, I rip the pendant off his neck, separating his head from his body, in the process. His head falls downstairs and chaos breaks out. While everyone is scrambling for safety, I start to make my way towards the exit.

As soon as the demon snake died, Old Hagstorm immediately chopped off its huge head cleanly. After cutting off the head, he stabbed his sword into it, dug around for a moment, and finally pulled out a bloody and fleshy bead the size of a fist. It was the demon snake’s core. “The demon snake’s core?” The Insect Ruler had been waiting for his opportunity. When he saw the item in Old Hagstorm’s hands, his eyes immediately brightened, and he rushed forward to snatch it. “Hmph.” Old Ophis blocked the Insect Ruler with a cold snort.

*Soul city* Eight's head was ringing like a cymbal even as he squinted his eyes open, the last thing he remembered was shooting Savannah and he had felt a smashing pain on his head afterwards. The ringing in his head intensified and he cursed inwardly, while he was celebrating his tiny victory, he had forgotten one of the most important rules of the undead and it was to always be at alert. He peered his eyes open and he was surprised to see a delicate young lady staring down at him, her eyes were as pure as diamonds and she looked so innocent and pure, like a little elf, she was dressed in pure white robes and a tiny purple flower was engraved on the chest.

This was the killer the streets whispered about. Enzo waited at the entrance, face grim. “Irish left the head in a duffel. No note. Just a message.” Luca nodded once. “Show me.” We followed him inside. The space was cavernous—crates stacked high, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. A cluster of Rossi capos stood around a metal table. In the center: a black duffel bag, unzipped. The smell hit first—copper and rot. Luca didn’t flinch. He leaned in, studying the severed head like it was a business ledger. “Clean cut. Professional. Not amateur rage.”