Souls Headband Novels & Stories

I had taken Audrey's hand and started running, it was funny how I thought we had escaped and suddenly she dropped down beside me. Time seemed to slow down as I watched blood seeping out of her head, I just stood there like my brain had gone on lockdown watching as she died. All I knew was that I was suddenly pulled into a car and later I found myself at the institution again but I still couldn't focus on anything apart from the fact that Audrey was dead just like I took people's lives, she was taken from me. -- "What do you think is wrong with her? She gets like this after a mission and it's getting worse".

*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.

He said a silent prayer for Raeson's soul and then bowed respectfully. Then he carefully set about using a special tool that came from Hy to detach the prince's aun from the forehead. It was still warm when he finally held it in his hands. He quickly let the thin, gold-shining headband disappear into the secret pocket under his robe and hurried out of the oppressive vault of the dungeon. At the door he turned around again and took one last look at the dead man's face. He wanted to memorize it. The Setna's glowing aura was only vague, and his features seemed relaxed and relaxed now. Despair had given way to relief.

The wide choker band was comprised of black seed pearls woven together into a wide ribbon with gleaming silver chain that closed at the back of the neck with a lobster clasp. “I’m not encouraging you to get yourself hurt again,” Andrew told her softly, “but for the time being, this should hide the bruises on your neck so we can go out and enjoy ourselves for your birthday. Do we have a deal?” “Mr. James,” she replied with a tender smile, “We most certainly do.” “Hot dog! Let’s break out the tequila!” Mr. Valenzuela added cheerfully.

It seems the necklace the player was wearing turned those evil spirits back to their original form. "How many souls was that? A hundred?" Garfield asked her. "How many left do you still need?" [ 134 souls obtrained ] [ 777 souls remain ] K Whatever smiled when they saw the notification "There are only 777 souls needed." "Urgh," Garfield grunted. "That number scares me." K Whatever ignored him and turned to face the man by their side who was staring at them. "So, small d*ck Joe, what will happen in this street from now on?" She walked towards the man with her new friend's little boy spirit following her ever since she wore the necklace.

If only I had an idea where the location is. Feeling a little bored, I adjust the band on my hair. It is a leather band with the Blood Crescent symbols inscribed on it with tiny gold letterings. So tiny that it was a little hard to see. And that is why it is perfect for this mission. Totally won’t give anything away.

Ben said, and I nodded. “Let’s go.” I looked at Azrael, who stood up, and I followed suit before waving at Ben. We got to the start line of the game and since we weren’t exactly much, there was only one grand prize. Azrael surprised me when he handed me a white headband before I took it and stared at it. “Why are you giving me this?” I asked as Azrael tied his. “In my culture, tying a headband represents sportsmanship and team spirit. Though we aren’t really large but I felt it would fit the mood since this is our first editor-author event.” Azrael explained as I stared at the headband before I tied it to my forehead.

As they arrived in front of the stand, Adira looked at the different headbands which were designed with different animals’ ears. Tiger, car, wolf, rabbit, pig… Among the animals’ ears she saw, Adira thinks there is this one headband that suits her husband the most. And it is… “Honey, try this.” Adira grabbed a headband and placed it on Chadwick’s head. “I told you, I don’t like this,” Chadwick murmured his complaint as he looked at his reflection on the round mirror from the side. Chadwick paused, before a dubious scowl between his eyes set in, showing great displeasure.

I asked. He plucked the headphones from around his neck and gently placed them over my head. Then he handed me a plastic cassette case with names of songs written in messy block letters. I heard a click, and then my head nearly exploded. Pounding, concussive blasts of drums and guitars in unison: BUM, BABABA-BUM, BABABA-BUM, BABABABABA-BUM. I winced, took off the headphones, and handed them back. “That’s Diamond Head,” he said with a grin. “They’re fuckin’ awesome, right?”

"What do you mean?" "I thought that we could say we don't want another incident, so we want to wear helmets this time around. Those kinds usually conceal your mouth and only your eyes are visible. Then our team would wear headbands in "honour of Dylan" Then maybe those buffers inside of their pants and shirts so they can all look similar, those things should be provided right?" I quoted with a smile. I'm a genius. "The helmets make sense and it's only right, the headbands are a little weird but I still don't get how this helps Dylan."