Sucking His Soul Out Novels & Stories

I proclaimed to her, as I pulled all the power I could from within and the scepter, before I closed the gap between us, taking her by the cuff of the neck with my free hand, as I began to suck the darkness from within her dead soul. Her darkness was unlike anything that I had ever siphoned from someone before, as it was the darkest of dark, telling me that her soul was forever tainted by it. As I began to draw more of her darkness into me, I realized quickly that I may be in over my head with this one, as I could feel it threatening to take over my own being within me.

This is a demon that create something in a human's soul, that little hope, that little good, and then when the humans are happy, it would squeeze down to bits what that human loved the most. I turned my attention to the soul who was already whaling in desperate pain. The black stick substance looked like it was sucking on something. That was when I saw that the substance had created a heart and merged it to the soul only to suck it down so the soul would feel the agony of hurt and human pains. I don't know but I kinda liked what was happening and I could feel myself changing into demon form again. The same demon form which pain had turned me into in my room.

Filling me where I’ve always been empty, using my own slippery wetness as guidance. Crying out, my nails dig into the skin of his shoulders, and he groans a long toe-curling groan before moving against me once more, his body rocking me past the shock. I try to let go of him, but there’s this tugging on my neck. A hard persistent tugging that’s making me feel like he’s trying to suck my soul through my flesh. It is so distracting that I start to push at his shoulders to get him to stop whatever it is he’s doing.

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."

Amber’s pov: “Over my dead body,” a low guttural voice asserts its dominance. Then, before I could comprehend what was going on, a hole formed in between the man’s eyes, and blood leaked out of it. His soul left his body right in front of me.

"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.

"Why is that?" "Necros are basically a part of one's soul, you are aware of strange quarks right? Your soul is like a vessel for strange quarks, the stronger the soul, the more strange quarks or necros you can absorb." "So what are you doing right now?" "I am cultivating my soul power to buy necros and absorb them." I was dumbfounded and lost my control that I stood up and shook his shoulders and shouted, "What? Is that really possible?" I saw everyone awkwardly gazed at me. I lowered my voice and bowed to each of them, "Sorry."

He was the one who ripped the love out of her. Anthony tried to withstand the pain, and the veins on his neck protruded as a result. His face was pale with blood on the corner of his lips, and all his veins grew visible at that point. He looked terrifying. His stomach was contracting, but it was nothing close to the stab he felt in his chest that made him breathless. He looked as if his soul was sucked out of him. He walked to the sofa and slumped into it, completely wasted. He picked up a bottle of alcohol and started gulping.

He undoubtedly, without even trying, was my oh so perfect distraction to the world's catastrophes over my puny excuse of a life. Unknowingly he kept drawing me in. If he was the bait I would surely be the catch without a single drop of hesitation. There were plenty of fish in the sea but he was a shark and I wanted that shark so badly. He could devour me any day and I wasn't only talking about physically. He could devour my soul and drown me in his.