Novel & Cerita Sucking His Soul Out

I whisper. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hold for ten seconds, then release. I did this until my heart calmed ddown. I felt like I needed that. I needed to do that. It helped me cope I think. I hear a wooden squeak. I turn and see Soul standing on the frame of the door with such a pained expression. His eyes glistened with tears until they fell down silently. But they didn't hold sorrow, or loss, they held sadness and longing. "Are you okay Soul?"

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 said in between my heavy breathing. “I am, I am thristy for you, your soul" he said as he sucked the bitten area, it pained but the pain was making me wet. He tucked his finger in my bra from the side and I could feel his finger touch the lower outline of my breast. He continued his kisses or should I say biting, all over my neck reaching towards my collarbone. “My soul?" I asked and he looked at my eyes again, his eyes were capturing me in his cage.

It sounded like the torment of a thousand souls! It was his soul… The shadow didn’t even flinch. He pulled the soul out completely, holding the squirming black, shadowy thing in his hand, laughing as the tortured lump bled before him. Strangely, it seemed small and deformed, compared to the man it came out of. It looked more like a living slab of tar, screeching and screaming as gaping wounds oozed red, liquidized goo...

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

“This is ridiculous.” But it isn’t. It’s very real. And it’s going to get worse. Because now— Now I understand what this means. The craving. The pull. The way my body reacts when he’s close. It’s not just attraction. It’s not just the mate bond. It’s this. The soul bind. Demanding completion. Demanding that I act on it. Demanding that I stop resisting. A humorless laugh escapes me as I drag a hand through my damp hair, shaking my head slightly.

“The lich in the most literally sense ‘leeches off’ the soul of someone he can easily influence and then when he has devoured the core, he can make use of the empty shell of the body…to use it as a puppet.” “But why my blood? Why cannot he do that with anything else or just his nefarious magic?”

So, the kid fainted because the force was too strong for him. Then, Skylar turned to wave at another one of the children. "Your turn!" The child rushed forward, scrambling to sit down obediently before Skylar even had to say anything. Skylar did not waste another moment. He channeled his fiend soul and began to suck the spirit out of the child. Thud, thud… Two minutes later, Skylar had sucked ten of the children's spirits. All ten of them had collapsed to the floor lifelessly. Their bodies lay there unmoving.

Casey started to cover my mouth with her lips while lying on top of my body. I'm sorry, Casey. I've turned you into a soul-sucking monster. While enduring the pain all over my body, I let Casey do whatever she likes to my body. Slowly, Casey sipped my soul, her primary food source. I reached out and cradled Casey's head gently. We struggled on the bed. Casey continued to sip and absorb the soul from my body. "Yes, I do, darling. Do whatever you want," I sighed. I know that right now, Casey can't control herself. She can't stop sucking my soul. Casey gripped my shoulder tightly with tears streaming down her face. Her mouth kept sucking as if she couldn't stop.

He some how lost more coloring in is face at my calm words “Ground Spears!” I shouted angrily punching up into the air. The soldiers that surrounded us were now high up on the points of the spears with blood gushing and dripping down the jagged rocks, more groans and moans of pain filling the air which was tainted with the scent of blood. “Soul Snatch!” I ripped the wispy soul out of the body, and he looked terrified. “Soul’s Doom!” Just like before, a white demon charged right at him and shredded his soul to many little pieces. The spears disappeared a moment later, and I was encircled by bodies.