Sucking His Soul Out Novels & Stories

“Pull! Now! Or it’s gone!” Avery gritted their teeth, digging deep. They visualized the soul’s light, imagined it as something human, something alive and begging not to be lost. They yanked, tugging with every ounce of strength they could muster. The threads flared, wrapping the soul tighter, drawing it toward them. For a moment, hope. The soul’s chaotic form began to solidify, glowing steadily, as if recognizing Avery’s pull. Victory seemed close, so close they could taste it.

He threw his head back over the sofa, shuddering and trembling as she sucked the soul out of him. Her hands played with his balls while she sucked him off. Bill grabbed her head and began pushing it down, forcing her to take him even deeper and hotter. He increased the volume of the TV to mask out her gawk sounds as his cock hit the back of her throat over and over. When he came, he let out a deep groan that was drowned out by the TV.

Its teeth were so strong and strong that they cut off the skeleton's neck as the squirrel cat sank it into them. I heaved a skeleton by its neck and then slammed it against the tunnel wall. I hurled my sword again, but this time I controlled it with my mind to start cutting down any skeleton that crossed its path. I stepped up and, feeling an inhuman strength coursing through my veins, the soul nectar burned in my chest, demanding more blood, more soul, and a desire to kill. I heard myself snarling as I picked up two skeletons, hoisting each several feet off the ground with a single hand.

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

He said in a serious tone and I sighed. "D-does it have an after effect? If I eat the soul, will the person's personality get inside me?" I asked. "No. That's a ridiculous theory. You're not absorbing the person's personality inside you. You are simply feeding on it." I gulped and opened the cork with trembling fingers. Once the bottle opened, the smell of the soul enticed me. It didn't seem to smell gross like I thought it would. Rather it smelled like honey. My hunger skyrocketed and my hands moved on their own, putting the tip of the bottle against my lips. I opened my mouth and allowed the soul to enter my system.

He didn’t look like the person I knew as him, it was a different soul in the same body. His palms groped my breast, kneading it mildly while making eye contact, one of his hand descended towards my loaded sex as he leaned on my chest and attached his mouth on the freed breast, he sucked it hard, biting the nipple repeatedly when I moaned loud enough to be heard by the whole world, he was sucking so hard that for a second I thought milk would come out of it.

And I hesitate again at the door when I see the girl sleeping perfectly on her back, her face staring at the ceiling. Sometimes I wish I didn’t need this back up but Zeus has stated that I need to gather my assets. That if I am to coke back I’ll have enough gifts to end this long term suffering. So I shake it aside and move to child, pushing her face aside to bare her neck. Kneeling beside her I reach forward, my fangs elongated and I bite. Sucking the essence of the child’s soul into my own. Bleeding her gift dry from her body.

It has been one long torturous week. I have seen her come and go as she had to, sadly, go feed by herself. The desire to take her in my arms and make sweet love to her drove me silently insane. I can honestly say, being a Vampire with a soul is a death sentence. The pain that is cutting through me piece by piece is beyond the sleekness of a sword that is being driven through the softness of your heart.

He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.