Soul Snatcher Head Novels & Stories

“Alpha!!!!” A guard came rushing in, shaking like a leaf, his face pale and devoid of any color. My eyes dropped to the box in his hands and I staggered back, my eyes wide as saucers. I let out a scream so raw my throat felt like sandpaper. Inside… was a decapitated head. Its eyes were gouged out and the eagle sigil of the Duskmoor pack was carved cleanly into its forehead. My stomach lurched, and I dropped to my knees, retching.

Adrian gazed at the small cauldron in his hand, his satisfaction evident. Despite taking a bit longer, the peculiar little cauldron known as the “Spectral Snare” had proven to be remarkable. Once enveloped by the Spectral Snare, Autumn could not resist. In just ten minutes, her soul was completely crushed and imprisoned within the cauldron. Adrian likened it to a millstone, watching as the ghost's soul was slowly crushed within the Spectral Snare's aura until finally being confined within it.

In his shock and disbelief, the faceless killer sought after by the Xing empire died in Long Chen's hands. "Well, his head is still valuable. It doesn't matter if the body is there or not." Long Chen burned the masked man's body and directly stored the man's head into a different special bag. "A storage bag that specialises in storing fugitive heads. Not bad! Let's try to put some live ones in later." Long Chen said without realising he was scaring the woman who was still lying weakly on the bed. "Oh! I scared you lady? No, I remember your name is Sweet Chi, right?" Long Chen said, approaching the woman. He pulled out the two daggers in her hands.

Richard noticed something else. In his fall, Sallow Man had lost his bucket hat. And in the dim light from a nearby streetlamp, gaping through Mr. Deadmond’s opera glasses (as the old man referred to them), Richard got a good long look at him. Too long, he would later muse on many an occasion to come, in midnight retrospect. The pale man’s head was huge, too large for his thin body, like his clothing. It was nearly twice the size a normal human head should be—incredibly—and had no visible hair on it at all. It glistened in the rain, looking like an enormous, bleached honeydew melon that was close to exploding. Squash, anybody? Richard had thought crazily at the time. Get your nice, ripe squa

Inside my skull, the only sound is my blood in my ears. “Do you understand the stakes, Dimitri?” They then demand as they lean forward, and I swallow. “This is quite the twist, to be honest. They were grieving a death, but now they are hungry for retribution. The Sable Serpents, Montavelli, the Onyx Circle…they’ve all found pieces of you in places you thought were long forgotten. They talk about you as a thief and a liar. Now they want your head… even though they think you’re dead.” They push, and anger floods my veins.

I snarled, my voice dropping into that chilling, double-toned sovereign resonance that made the standing puddles of water beneath our boots ripple in outward rings. I stepped onto the central platform, my crimson pupils ringed by liquid gold flaring with a dangerous, ancient intensity that pierced the darkness. At the center of the vault stood a shattered obsidian pedestal. The iron containment box—which Vance had reported as a collection of old architectural blueprints—was torn open. The parchment was gone, replaced by a single, terrifying object left in its place: a fresh, severed wolf head from one of our frontline Northern scouts, its mouth stuffed with a single, highly refined silver ne

She looks terrified now, her fingers shaking a bit around the bag strap. I give the smallest nod possible, hoping this too will slide. Aspyn swallows and lifts the severed head fully into view. Sera steps closer. "Wow, what a hunt," she says. Then her entire expression changes as recognition flashes sharply across her face. My heartbeat stumbles once as her eyes returned to my face. “But that isn’t a rogue.” The room stills completely. Sera’s eyes sharpen further as she studies the creature’s features. “This is a Grimward," she adds, turning back to face me. "What are you doing with the head of a Grimward?"

Then opened it and Nyra gasped. Cassian’s eyes hardened instantly and the room froze. Because inside the sack was a severed wolf head.

I informed him. “Yes Don, see you later.” He chirped but not before blowing me a kiss, I cringed and muttered strings of curses at the stupid Underboss I have. “Tring Tring,” my phone vibrated before I could drop it and concentrate fully on Penelope, I looked at the caller and immediately picked it up. “Parker, any update?” I questioned immediately standing up and gripping the handle of my gun. “Yes, Don, the leader of Scorpion has a scheduled meeting with Snakehead.” He informed and I wondered what they were planning, it's not new that the bitch called Snakehead would take any amount to kill whoever his clients want to kill.

If I can catch her tonight, I will dispatch of her quicky before getting my soul back. Lately, I have been having really bizarre dreams about catching her. When I do, I chop her head clean off and then don’t even bother to hide her body. Because once I get my soul back, I head to someplace warm and never look back again. Living out my days in the sun and my nights with many different women.