Soul Snatcher Head の小説・ストーリー

As it got closer, Blake could see the creature more clearly. The body was that of an oversized dog, no more of a wolf, with its straight and seemingly sharp black hair. There was a skull in the shape of a dog in place of its head with no eye sockets or mouth to be seen but a crack along the center of the skull. The creature was moving its head from side to side, and then the center of the skull head opened. Within were what looked like red membranes, and a mighty sonic shriek was heard from the opening. It reminded Blake of a movie he once saw with a similar animal called a Shrieker.

said that Steven guy with his own evil smirk and let me tell you when he smirks it looks like he constipated and his teeth are like stars, not so bright but so far away, seriously I could stick my finger between one of those gaps. "What are you assh*les talking about?" yelled Scott, I knew everyone was was pissed at them already and we were most definatley not ready when they pulled a bag out from a bush. We all stared at it wondering what the hell it was. When they pulled the item that was in the bag out I wanted to throw up so badly. It was a mans decapitated head, you could tell it was still fresh with blood still dripping, but what caught my eye was his eyes.

My vision blurred at the edges as I clawed at his wrist. He leaned close, his hot breath brushing against my face. “Pathetic. This is the assassin Daemon sends?” My mind screamed at me not to give in. And then, in the haze, I saw it. Just a few meters away on the desk the bag. The one holding Daxton’s head. With the last of my strength, I kicked at Maelik’s leg, forcing just enough space to roll toward the desk. His grip loosened for a breath, and I reached out, dragging the bag closer. My fingers shook as I pulled it open and yanked the head free.

Patrick snarls. There is a blonde one who has already wet himself and is now crying. A long-haired brown headed one with a scar from his eye to his chin who looks defiant. And the one I found under my bed. He is bald with tattoos on his head. I see a SOH printed at the top of his neck. I pull back his shirt collar and see it, flames surrounding a motorbike with pitchfork behind it. “Who sent you?” I ask using my Alpha command.

I’d seen this before. The animals used in the ritual would have rotted almost instantly under the corruption. By the time anyone arrived, only their heads would remain. Flesh stripped away, soul torn loose. That alone told me enough. In the underworld, everything is reversed. Leaving the head behind wasn’t mercy—it was a signature. A Soul Harvester. Nearby, the writhing mass of worms melted into a slick puddle, spreading across the tiles until it resembled the outline of a whale. Eira and I slowly lifted our eyes to each other.

My head with blast with all these questions. “Hahahaa really you have tons of questions mom… Yes, that’s the main part of my plan I have photoshopped those pictures with Rose’s face to make her a slut in front of everyone I want to snatch her dignity and defame her in front of those stupid Black’s Family. So, I did that but I know that fooling that old hag Franklin with the mere pictures is next to impossible that cunning old man is too cleaver to believe those photos so first I made someone to deliver the photos envelope to the old man to create a scene like he got shocked by seeing those as I expected that good for nothing bastard did not believed on those photos so I imposed myself as Ros

"You commented on the drawings on my bag, they were of wolves?" Then it hit me. I remembered I was driving, trying to free my mind on the backroads two years ago when the scent of sadness hit me and I saw a sad-looking girl walking alone and I offered her a ride. "Nancy?" "Yes, that was my name when I was alive." Then the soul in the counter came back to me. "It's your soul over there in that counter!" "Yes, Major Skully keeps all his victim's souls there. They're like his trophies or something."

How dare she find comfort and solace in someone else's arms? “That fucking son of a bitch!” He slammed his car key and his phone on the seat, his shaky hands massaging his head in an attempt to calm his demons down. But the fire burning within him was so savage, unable to be soothed. “I almost had her, for fuck’s sake! My plan had perfectly worked. If it weren’t for that... Who even is this snoopy, ugly-fugly dog, huh?” He cursed under his breath, beads of sweat dripping through his face.

“Because I’ve seen this exact thing happen once before.” All of my muscles went stiff as I stared back at Aurora in shock. “You...Wait, are you saying that you know who did this?” She twirled her fingers around in front of her. “It’s more like a what. And yes. What you’re dealing with here is something explicitly dark. A ‘soul-snatcher’ to be exact.” The name alone sent chills down my spine. “I had it written down in my report that Elena Connor’s had been drained of her life—you’re seriously telling me that I was actually accurate in that statement?”

Shadows slithered across the ground, whispering faintly, voices like fingernails on metal. There, just ahead, pulsed a faint glow. A soul, corrupted and twisted, hung midair, wrapped in threads of black smoke. Its shape was humanoid but warped—arms too long, eyes hollow pits that flickered with pale green fire. It thrashed weakly, emitting a faint wail that scraped against Avery’s ears. “Do you see it?” Kael asked, crouching slightly. “That’s your target. Keep your tether steady. You pull, you don’t flinch. You hesitate, it’s gone. Again.”