Soul Snatcher Head の小説・ストーリー

"All players, please take note. Congratulations! You've triggered the hidden stage. All players must immediately bring their host families and gather in the clearing by 2:00 pm." A hidden stage? Though my mind was filled with suspicions, I didn't dare refuse to go. I could only turn to the snake-man beside me for help. But what I saw startled me terribly. In his hands was a severed head, and he was steadily sucking out its contents through a straw. The slurping sounds were loud, echoing clearly throughout the cave we were in. Brain matter mixed with some unknown fluid—pale yellow and red—was savored with relish. He even wore a faint grin at the corners of his lips.

All because we’d been in contact with her? “And what we want…is you!” Suddenly, the entire building began to shake. I frantically looked around, trying to figure out who was doing this. I couldn’t fight my enemies if I couldn’t see them! “I must deliver you to my leader,” the figure before us rasped out in its demonic warped voice. My eyes widened as I saw one bony hand, the skin completely sloughed off it, reach for the head covering most nun’s wore. My scream echoed and bounced off the walls when the head covering was wrenched off, the head following and thudding to the ground with a dull clunk. By the time it hit the floor, the head was nothing but a bony skull, mouth still open impossibl

I said with a much lackluster in me that I redefined the meaning of sarcasm. Suddenly and totally unexpected on my part she hit the brakes. If not for my body being secured by the seat belt, I would have been thrown forward, head slam into the dashboard, cracked skull, cut on my forehead, blood dripping down to my nose, dizziness and I'm petty sure I would have had a concussion as well by now.

The devil's own melody. Soul Snatcher.

I said instead. “The family of the deceased would not understand that. They want blood.” He sat on the stool. It should've made him look smaller or at the very least it should've looked silly but it did not. If anything, he looked scarier perched upon the stool than he did standing. He motioned a finger and a bodyguard brought his shoes to him. “Hanzo here for example, wants your head on a platter.” Hanzo referred to the bald headed snake tattoo escort. Presumably, he was part of the inner flock as well.

Lucy eyes widened ‘ Just how much does he know’ “ A soul sucker is an instrument ,just like the name implies, used for sucking souls. I also discovered something very interesting, a soul sucker could be anything, it could be a book, a pen, an animal or even a living human. However, a non-living soul sucker was prone to easily defect, an exception to magical instruments, so it’s preferable to have a living soul sucker than a non-living soul sucker” “ I got scared because soul suckers could be anything or anyone and humans were oblivious to it. Because of that, I had an Exorcist make a necklace that could ward off evil “ Lucy finally noticed the necklace on Williams neck Why hadn’t she noticed

He looked rather infuriated with his sharp eyes so she quickly looked away. Chamberlain Hazi followed her gaze and clapped his hands. "Oh, here you are, the great wizard of Sarang!" He leapt to him and his eyes fell straight onto the glowing relic, shaped like a white wolf head, that was in his hands. "Is this it? Are you sure it will bring out the white wolf?" He excitedly reached for it, but the man was fast and drew his sword at once. "It will, but I would rather you keep your dirty paws off it."

She gave a nod. “Can you send me this picture?” He gave a nod taking the phone back. The necklace had a twisting black metal chain, with a sapphire in the center of the pendant. She took out her phone to see if it came through and it did. She looked at the photo again. She frowned, over the sapphire it looked like a wolf was sitting head up with the profile and circling around the stone she could see what looked like a serpent eating its tail. No fucking way. In for a penny in for a pound, and she had a feeling fate was at work here. “If you hear from Max, or of that please let me know. You’ll be compensated for it, you have a knack for getting what others can’t.” She gave a nod and his grou

She asked him, looking impatiently at his cold and decomposing body. “Maybe she’s looking for you, don’t you think?” But who cares? His hers and only hers now. If he just chose her, maybe he is not that ugly like that now. “I need to do what I have to do. I snatch him, and now his soul is in this jar. All I have to do is collect a hundred celestial souls. Oh! Now it’s only 50, and for the chief ingredient a maiden’s blood, and I know to whom is the perfect one.”

Other than the bodyguards, the rest of the people, including Buchanon, were looking at her. She tossed the black plastic bag on the floor, and Buchanon nearly wet his pants when he saw what was inside the plastic bag. He fell to the floor and stammered, “It… It’s a head.” Fabio glanced at the terrified Buchanon and snorted. “Stop being so dramatic. It’s just a head.” A bodyguard picked Buchanon up from the floor. His face was pale and bloodless as he looked at the expressionless Gail. The air was pervaded with the smell of blood. Everyone fell silent as they could feel a chill down their spines when they saw the head that had a grotesque expression.