Soul Snatcher Head の小説・ストーリー

Scott asked. “Agent Warcloud along with her mother were once categorized as this type of threat,” the director said. “You never mentioned your mom before,” “Please. Let’s place our attention on the issue at hand,” Director Sungold rodded to Sarah as she typed into her monitor. The metal curtain rose up, revealing a large sphere with the head of a snake in the middle. “The Soul is sick in this sphere. However, it is encrypted in a strange language that we’ve never encounter before.

Scott voiced, lightly kicking the box. "I don't think so," Marco added. "Lorenzo, open it," I ordered. Lorenzo dropped to his haunches and pulled the pink ribbon off the box, he took off the lid and we saw another box inside it. This one was wrapped up quite badly and it was enclosed in plastic wrap. Lorenzo pulled a cutter out of his pocket and stabbed the plastic wrap, cutting it, and making blood spill out of it. The stench of rotten blood hit my nose, Lorenzo pulled the plastic off, and a decapitated head dropped out of it. It wasn't any decapitated head, it was the severed head of my informant from Sicily.

She was riding a beast made of stitched-together wolf carcasses, and in her hand, she held the severed head of an Alpha I recognized. It was Silas. She had killed our father. "Oh, look at you two," Selene called out, her voice amplified by the dark magic. "Playing house in the woods while the world burns. It’s almost a shame I have to end it." She tossed Silas’s head into the clearing. It rolled to a stop at my feet, his sightless eyes fixed in a final expression of terror.

Something falls out of the folder, fluttering to the floor. Sofia bends, picking it up. "Holy," she breathes. "What even is this?" She hands it to me. When I bring it to eye level, my breath hangs. Bottomless black eyes peer at me, a tall, white headpiece extending from a deformed head. Beside the humanoid figure is a hound from hell. "The Reverend," I whisper. "What?" Soph asks, confused. Inner jostle. "I... It looks like a reverend. You know, with the headpiece and all."

Evelyn was self-conscious: "Won't live long." Sagon looked at her with a smirk, "If you want to live, then what do you need?" "......" Evelyn moved her lips, "I need you." Sagon gave a look of obvious amusement before he looked around for a moment and moved to savagely grab over the demons crouching on the side of the road, being sold as slaves or food. Sagon grabbed the overly dried out demon by the neck and with a little force, snapped his throat with one hand and removed his head. Sagon wasn't really interested in the demon's head though, he was interested in the collar that was around the demon's neck.

Seeing the pain on her sister's face did not make Cery stop her intention. "Decide immediately, Mrs Sniders!" Luna Cery pressed down on Rebecca Sniders' body. He didn't want to delay any longer, pack Baron's Luna wanted a clear identity and that could only be obtained from Rebecca Smith Sniders. Rebecca Smith Sniders' body rolled with the skittishness that began to take over her entire soul and wolf. Her bones seemed to break slowly, her flesh began to peel apart from her bones. Rebecca Smith Sniders' entire body seemed to be beyond saving. So Cery rushed to do things beyond her control.

Look at your friend dying. My eyes flicked toward Suga's direction, she flashed her set of white teeth at me, and her head rolled off her body. Sounds of jubilation filled the air as the man with the tattoo carried Suga's head from the linoleum and took it to the king while on his knees. The king's corner of mouth curled into an evil grin as he received Suga's head, his hardened gaze fixed on it, and his tongue traced the edge of his lips in a devouring manner.

Keysha cried happily; finally, the wait was not in vain. "I'm sorry, maam, so that everyone here is sure and believes that Danar is Marvel, can the village chief help me see Danar's back? If it's Marvel, then there should be a small black birthmark on the right side of the back that is round in shape." Keysha said To prove Keysha's words, the head of the village tried to check Danar's back. "That's right, there is a small round black birthmark on the right side of the back."

Ella had barely scraped past an abortion, and she was already walking into something darker. Her dream palace? Just a hellhole packed with men who chewed women up and spit them out. This time, though, I knew Finley's secrets. Bribery. Tax evasion. Money laundering. Smuggling. Basic stuff for him. When the time came, I'd drag them all to hell. The thought left me zoning out in Russell's class. "Hannah Hart, see me in my office after," he said, calling me out in front of everyone. Yeah, he'd caught me spacing.