Sucking His Soul Out Novels & Stories

"A siphoner wolf. Genetically modified and blessed—or cursed, depending on your perspective—with the ability to drain supernatural energy from other creatures." The thing stalked toward me on silent paws, its head low, predatory. "Don't worry, it won't kill you. It'll just take enough to make you manageable again." Before I could react, before I could even try to dodge, the creature lunged. Its crystalline fangs sank deep into my shoulder, and I screamed as I felt something vital being pulled out of me, drawn through those unnatural teeth and into the beast itself. The sensation was indescribable—like having my soul partially extracted through a straw. I could feel my Ghost Wolf power being

My consumed soul I waved my hands up, conjuring a lightening bolt as I diverted it towards the chains, the chains sparked as the lightening bolt collided with it, the whole place shrienk feverently and I smiled as the chains felled to the ground with a loud thud The smoke swerved it way towards my present and I smile as I opened my mouth wide, I gasped as the smoke penetrated through Scott mouth and went down his body, consuming his soul and finally Taking over his mind

He removed his foot now. “Shss.” He stroked my hair some more. “I’m not trying to escape. I’m claiming the Reigns so you are the one leaving— leaving to the underworld, as once you don’t have a soul, there’s no more essence of life in you.” He said. “… and I’m about to take your soul.” “But first.” He promptly added. “How about a little torture?” He said and crouched down before me, the features of his decayed face becoming more obvious to my eyes now.

A mirror that holds the same raw emotions as me. He sucked my bottom lip in his mouth first before going for the upper lip, and then he sucked them both in his mouth before claiming his entrance in my mouth. His tongues trail inside my mouth, tasting every inch of my mouth. He's not just kissing me... He's claiming my fucking soul with the kiss .His pace keeps getting faster as he wrapped his other hand around my waist holding me closer to his body as he keeps getting deeper and faster to the point I can't breath. When I felt like I would lose consciousness from the lack of air, he pulled his lips apart as his gaze lingered on my face watching me...

He looms over me, his grey orbs darkened as he took out handcuffs from the pocket "What part turns you on that I am eating you out like a dirty slut or being handcuffed baby?" My pussy clenched as I tried to close my thigh, He hovers over me taking my face in his hands leaning close he whispers, "I think I know what you like the most." His eyes sparkle, his lips lick the shell of my ear and when I expect him to move back, he bites it surprising me "You like that I handcuffed you when you were asleep." "You like that I take what I want." "Your soul belongs to me." As if those words are an oath, he kisses me, my screams are swallowed as he bites my lip making me bleed.

So pitiful! But that certain someone didn't listen to his cries and pleas. A laughter echoed in his ears, a laughter that soothed his ears. A laughter which was like a melodious music to his ears. But now it isn't soothing. Rather it was sucking his soul. Like a leech sucks blood. He mumbled soft pleadings with his teary eyes but that didn't stop his pain. He was visualising things. His intoxicated state was playing with his messed up heart and mind.

The sensation was suffocating. The old man, sensing Adrian's despair, only grew more arrogant. “Hahaha! Do you now realize how formidable I am? If you obediently offer up your soul, I might spare you some unnecessary suffering when I devour you.” His voice dripped with malice. “Kid, those who know their place are the wise. Time to die.” As soon as the words left his mouth, the old man's soul power morphed into a massive blood-colored skull, a grim testament to the countless lives he had claimed. It charged at Adrian like a vengeful spirit, intent on swallowing him whole.

I let go of his shirt and looked at his gaze filled with pity and grief. "That poison is running through my veins.." I said lowly. He shifted his position and put his hands on either side of mine, terrifying me as I startled. He leaned in and I closed my eyes, preparing for that dreadful moment. But instead of that, he pressed his forehead against mine and whispered. "I will suck this poison out from your very soul." “I won’t let it stay, I won’t repeat the same mistake.” I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes were closed and the sadness emitting from him made me melt too.

This has never happened before, so he is still completely unaware of it. "It is called soul Extracting which means a person can take out the soul of his own free will, I experienced this at a very young age and I think the ability to do that can be in two or three people in this world, but today I was not ready for this kind of thing," Gabriel said with a careless face as if it is cheap magic. "What! Soul extracting power," Gramson's mouth left hanging open. He can't think that there is a creature in this world who can extract his soul.

Our souls are where our good and bad intentions lie. “You don't want that sweetheart that’s for the humans. If you want to feel like you're up in the air surrounded by purple skies, then you want Sparkle.” Ghost looks over his table, and when his eyes land on shimmering pink dust. “You snort it like cocaine. Have you done that before, sweetheart?” “No, but you can show me.” She rubs his thigh again as she leans a little more into him, allowing her breasts to touch him lightly.