The Soul Takers Wow Novels & Stories

The second he sat down, however, his expression instantly turned slightly unpleasant… Noticing the change in his mood, Juno was prompted to ask, “…What’s wrong, Gerald? Did you manage to gather anything…?” “…Well, for one, those aren’t ordinary people… They belong to the Soul Hunter organization!” whispered Gerald. “The Soul Hunters? That’s them? To think they’d be here as well!” replied the shocked Juno in a hushed voice. Raising a slight brow, Rey then asked, “…Um… Who exactly are the Soul Hunters…?” As the name suggested, the Soul Hunters were an organization that specialized in hunting and killing ghosts and spirits. Naturally, they also possessed special equipment that would help them d

Clayton and Raven interviewed the pack to the East, and Tiff with Ryan interviewed the pack to the west. The two other pack's male pups were taken during the day, and all were outside. That tells me that WC pups are being taken by an insider, and the other two packs are being hit by an outsider. But all three packs share one detail, no scent. Even vampires have a smell. A sickly sweet scent that should be present if they are taking pups. I call Emmett daily with my collected information. I have been gone to look for my mindlink to be active still, so phone calls are our best bet.

This great muting had created a power vacuum that every predatory faction on earth rushed to fill. The tavern was a microcosm of that chaos. Anna watched the room through narrowed eyes, seeing the different breeds of vultures. There were the Purifiers, humans who wanted to lobotomize magic from the world entirely. There were the Organ Traders, who saw a siren’s vocal cords or a shifter’s heart as high-yield assets to be harvested and sold to the highest bidder. There were the Soul Merchants, trading spiritual essence like poker chips, and the BioMancers, who wanted to graft the fading embers of magic onto human biology to create a master race.

Noah’s eyebrow twitched, and he pretended not to have heard Blackie’s cackling, “Alright, so what is this reactionary response? What happens when it is triggered?” “Ah, this reactionary response…” Blackie’s tone was rather nonchalant, “It’s what you’d call a soul cuddle.” Within seconds, Noah’s face crumpled into an expression that could only be described with the words ‘are you shitting me?!’ Blackie smirked knowingly, “Ah, but not just anyone can afford to cuddle with a soul of a worldborn! In most cases, your soul hug will figuratively choke the living daylights out of them.”

But . “What? Get back what, Jake?” “His soul, dammit. Fuckin gook took my dad’s soul, and I’m fuckin gettin’ it back. “Tonight.”

Their faces were fixed in leering sneers, twisted into expressions no living being could replicate. My blood turned to ice. “They are Vel’sothars. Ancient beings who are the collectors of wandering souls. They bring them past the threshold between the freshly dead and the endless. Like bouncers at a club, it's hard to get past them,” Hera explained with eyes fixed on them. “How nice of Luna Sianna to omit this tiny little detail,” I grumbled, watching them. They settled down a pod between them, and the bond within me moiled. My eyes fastened on nothing but that pod, drawing me in like a beacon.

“Maybe I should think about signing up to the Soul Stealers, too.” “Maybe,” he agreed, waggling his eyebrows. The Guild of the Soul Stealers were a band of rogue vampires, joined by their rejection of Clan life and a desire to take what few other vampires dared to take in its entirety. They were cast further into the night than even the Dark Vampires, for they too fed without honour. When taken unwilling, the magick of blood, which carried the soul, was more powerful – but it cast that which took it into darkness.

Soul Extraction Soul Extraction was an ability that was not best explained by its title. Rather than extracting the soul of a target, what Soul Extraction did was to allow an Asura to inherit the power and will of those they killed. The person didn’t have to be fully dead either; as long as their hearts were crushed, the Asura would inherit everything. Some speculated that this was the reason why Asuras were generally insane, for it was no easy feat to see the lives and heart of every person one killed and still be normal.

They all looked at me once again, a few of them were still glaring but most of them seemed to be more open to the conversation now and that gave me hope. "Okay, for the sake of everything else I have to reveal, I would appreciate you all to stay quiet. I know what I have to say is hard to accept much less understand but I assure you it's all true," I requested quietly. When no one spoke up I continued. "Now, these things are called soul-eaters and they are literally after our souls. They are collecting them for a daemon which, yes is like a demon but different. Apparently, it has nothing to do with the ultimate being of evil. They are more like a being in possession of dark Magic and this Ma

But it was not so easy to let her go. Before she came along Marco felt like he had lost himself somewhere. three years ago when he was forced into this business back again, something that he had run away from. he felt like he lost every single part of himself and there was nothing to live for, he despised this world and yet he ruled it. It was like a hollow feeling in his chest where he knew that he took breaths in and did all that he was supposed to do but he could no longer feel like he was alive and he was just a machine commanding people and getting work done.