Sucking His Soul Out Novels & Stories

The man cried out in pain "let me go, I haven't done anything wrong." "That's right, you haven't", a voice answered from behind "but unfortunately for you, you're gonna die any way." she knelt in front of him, placed her hands on both sides of his face and caressed his cheeks a little "Look at you, so scared. It makes me so happy." she grinned in a way that it made her look so sinister then she opened her mouth wide and sucked his soul out of him. For a moment, her eyes were completely black before they went back to their natural blue color after a while. "He's yours."

I closed my eyes, and the memory surged again hot, humiliating, intoxicating in its rage, he rejected me and humiliated me in silver and, threw me out like I was garbage. And his new bitch had pinned me. Gripped my chin like I was nothing. Then that thing had poured out of her fingers into my skin. Not pain exactly. Something worse. A slow, greedy suction that pulled the very essence from my veins, my muscles, my soul. I had felt my soul leave me, For one terrifying moment, I had glimpsed death smiling at me through her fractured gaze. She had fed on me like a parasite, growing stronger while I withered.

I need to play this drama, act along with it. Who said I need to fall in love with her? I just need to wait. I just need to wait till she turns 18 and I steal away her soul. I remembered the time a while back. How I made her sit on my lap and fed her with my own hands. I remembered the blush that trailed down her cheeks to somewhere which ended inside her dress. She looks like her. I just want to grab her and kiss the hell out of her. The time I nipped on her lower lips, a familiar sensation trailed down my groin. I wanted to suck on her blood while thrusting inside her while she moaned for more. But I had to control my urges to take her. She is not her. I have to remind myself every second.

he said, seething. It was part of his gift, but he had never attempted to pull out someone’s entire soul. He had practiced manipulating souls, but this was a first for sure. I watched as a white light was pulled out of her and traveled into his hand. Solana’s screams followed us as we left her the miserable existence that she had to look forward to enduring.

"It'll be like holding them prisoner. Their soul will yearn for freedom which can lead to an early death. The soul can seek an escape if it gets too choked up, and they'll just die." My throat suddenly dried up from his words. This was a lot to take in. At least I knew he was a different breed and wouldn't trap anyone with him. "I see. That's terrible." I glanced at the hot chocolate and got on all fours to crawl there and take a sip. "Want some?" I asked, setting my drink down, then reaching for a bottle of water. “No,” he sighed with no life in his voice. Was it weird that I found it funnier than I pitied him?

He reached out, his thumb tracing the line of her bitten lip. "I know," he said, the honesty in his voice more terrifying than his rage. "I can feel you fading. And I hate myself for it. But Ivy... if I stop, I disappear. If I let go of the vacuum, there is no Dante Moretti. There is just a hollow suit and a dead name. I am a cannibal of the soul because you are the only soul worth having." He stood up, his movements slow and pained, and helped her up. He didn't look at the woman in the habit. He looked at the SUV.

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.

It was just as clear as the scent of tobacco on his breath. I forced him to look at me. Forced him still as I summoned out the purest energy from him, his soul. As the gray substance swirled around in the air, I could see all that he was. A pervert. A monster. A destroyer of hope and happiness. A being of minimal talent and power. He was pathetic. I sucked his soul down, letting it fill me until it was completely gone. What a shame. It didn’t give me the feeling I thought it would.

“Whatever-the-fuck. Anyway, I been watchin’ from here almost every night since then and he’s always gone real late on Wednesday nights. I’m goin’ in there and I’m bustin’ inta that stone chest . . . ” He reached behind him, unzipped his backpack and pulled out a short-handled, hand-held sledgehammer. He hefted it, like he was Thor and it was Mjölnir. “I’m bustin’ in there and gettin’ that box and I’m crushin’ all those tiles to fuckin’ powder. I dunno how I know it, but I do. Dad’s soul is trapped in them things, and I’m gonna let it out.”

I breathed through my nose and held him there, feeling him pulse against my throat, feeling the way his whole body trembled above me. I pulled back slowly, my tongue pressing against the underside of his shaft, and then I pushed forward again, taking him deep, sucking hard. I found a rhythm, my hand wrapped around the base of him where my mouth could not reach, my tongue doing things that made him moan and curse and shake. I sucked him like I was trying to draw something out of him, like I was trying to pull his soul up through his cock and swallow it down.