Sucking His Soul Out Novels & Stories

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.

Bodies collapsed in seconds. The demons paused, confused. A werewolf took the drink mid-battle, staggered, and collapsed with a choking gasp. A shadow bent over him—a demon licking his lips with a slow, hungry smile. "Weak, huh?" the demon whispered. "Not bad. More souls to devour." The werewolf's eyes snapped open in confusion. "S–souls? What do you me—" His words broke off into an agonizing scream as the demon ripped his soul out of his chest.

Before she could beg again he had already sank his fangs into her neck as he sucked from her and at the same time he was sucking her soul and Ashely started growing weak as he continued to suck from her. “ Ahhhhhhh..... ” She screamed on top of her lungs “ Pl.. please I won't... I won't tell anyone, I ... I promise ” More tears began to flow from her eyes. Was this how she was going to die in the hands of a supernatural being. She didn't know that one day she would get bitten by a vampire who was sucking her dry. She felt her soul leaving her body the more he suck from her. She had offered him tea thinking he was really someone who knew her but Instead he had chose to drink from her.

I blurted. He grinned. "But none of them has dared approach. I'm a huge fan." He moved closer. "What is a big shot like you doing in a dirty place like this?" I shrugged at his question. "Celebrity life sucks." He chuckled. "I think you're right, It must be hard trying to be so perfect when you're just like a shattered glass." He moved in closer to my face, any closer, his face would be on mine. He licked his tongue over his lips over his lips. I almost thought it was the drinks getting to my head as his blue eyes gleamed a shape of red. "Your soul is baiting. I want to suck you dry."

"Why won't you help me?" "Don't you get it? I want your soul," he purred at me then licked my neck. "I'm going to eat you up in Hell~" I was suddenly yanked down chest deep into the puddle, the damned clawing at me as they tried to pull me in and I could feel even more brushing against my damaged legs, waiting to get me in eagerly. "Don't let them take me," I begged him. "I don't taste good!"

Without his soulmate nearby, like shinny light at the end of the tunnel, without her fullness to fill his emptiness, he would become his father or even worse. Blood dripped out of their mouths, noses, ears, as he reached onto their souls. Tugging. Dragging. Devouring. Their cries of pain filled his ears, as he took one long sip from the goblet. The screams of pain around him reducing as he took and took till there was nothin left to take. A soul Seizer. The most powerful creature there would ever be. The tapestry on his ceiling, narrated a long ago prophecy. A Soul Seizer that had no soul of his own.

Then, without warning, he *breathed in*. A deep, slow inhale. Not through his nose—no, this was something far worse. I *felt* it. Something inside me was being drawn out, siphoned through the air like invisible threads unraveling from my soul. A dizzying wave of exhaustion crashed over me, my limbs going heavy, my vision darkening at the edges. My eyes burned as if something vital was being wrenched from them, something unseen but crucial. My head swayed, my breath shallow, and then—his voice, a whisper, yet it echoed inside me.

I whispered laughing at how easy it was to have him withering. Everything ran through my mind, the endless want to suck him dry, to make him feel like his soul was actually leaving his body. I stroked faster, enjoying the way his cock felt in my hands. He was big! Did I say that? Maybe I have to say it just a few more times to be sure that I was saying it right.

I sucked him like I was trying to pull his soul out through his dick, keeping the rhythm torturously steady while the entire team sat just feet away discussing projections and deadlines. His breathing grew ragged. His cock swelled even thicker in my mouth, twitching wildly. I could feel him fighting it, thighs trembling, one fist clenched white-knuckled on the armrest above me while he tried to contribute to the meeting. I kept sucking deeper, wetter and hungrier. Revenge tasted salty and addictive on my tongue. His hand dropped briefly to fist my hair, another silent warning that only made me suck harder.

And something inside him… shattered. "Alexei…" I said quietly, watching him closely. "Are you sure?" "No," he admitted. "But I need her." "Just don’t wake her up." "I can’t promise that, Pavel." Then he kissed her. And when his lips met hers, her light touched him. It didn’t just wrap around him—it pierced through him. Tore him open. And what spilled out wasn’t tenderness… it was darkness. The rawest part of him, the one he always tried to hide even from me, but that I had always known. His soul recognized her. His body claimed her. There was no logic. No restraint.