Bleach Characters Soul Reapers Novels & Stories

Alessia's POV Who could have thought that death itself will come to me? To take away my soul without any reason? It shouldn't be like this. A reaper only takes a soul if an immortal is dead. I'm very much alive and I'm not dead yet for him to pick up! Have his eyes been defective somehow? "N-no. Why are you taking someone else's soul who's not even dead in the first place!" I couldn't stop screaming. I am very much alive to be treated this way. I am not dead and definitely will not be! This reaper might be dreaming or something.

Not minding how many souls they had reaped nor how many times they had been thrown back in this fight, both reapers did not give up and enjoyed the feast. A smile in K Whatever’s face grew and grew as her excitement and adrenaline rushed inside her— especially when a gigantic black aura suddenly appeared from behind the little evil spirits fighting for their souls. "And here I thought I should only scare the kids away from here? Why there are reckless reapers here?" Both the reapers and the evil spirits were stunned.

He wiped it away with his sleeve, his eyes never leaving the massive interlocking gears above him. "Something more ancient than our alchemy." He paused. "The Reaper did not just kidnap her. He has anchored her soul to his own." In the center of the room, a holographic projection flickered to life. Elena's bedroom. Empty. The silk sheets were rumpled. The silver vials of her suppressant medicine sat untouched on the mahogany table, glowing with a soft, mocking light.

"No way! They've been trying to kill me! Why would I let them near me during the time I run from them? That makes no sense, Eros!" "It makes perfect sense to me, Holly. If they're around you, they'll get to know the true you, the soul that shines so bright, and that should never be extinguished. Not to mention, if they try to break any of the rules we set up, well let's just say I know a certain Prince that will pull their own souls out, and then destroy them in the most painful way possible." The last reaper flung their hood off now. He had dark-blonde hair and soft blue eyes. He was frowning in thought at the three of them.

[Flashback] "Are you crying or screaming? Why are you so loud?" asked little Rai who was thirteen years old. Albert was surprised to find a small vampire figure in front of him. "W-who are you?" His crying immediately stopped. "How dare you not answer and instead ask me! You don't know who I am?!?" he shouted and Al just shook his head guiltily. "I'm Raizel Harrison de Haltz! I'm the leader of a vampire clan called Haltz! You're presumptuous of asking without my permission!!" Rai explained arrogantly.

"Look Sabrina. Every time Cory killed you, he made it a ritual to always give your heart to the reapers. The heart symbolises life. The reapers are the link between the Angel realm and demon realm. They act to maintain balance in the universe by not letting much negative souls stay around and also sending pure souls to rest. Your soul is different. You've bounced through centuries as different forms and you still keep on coming. Only few souls can do this Mina" Nelyx meticulously explained to me. "In exchange for something, you have to give the reapers a soul. Your wish is only limited to the ability to come back to life or more universal energy flowing within you--energy from the life of th

Eilish breathed, lowering her blue-illuminated hands onto the warrior’s chest. “Treat, treat like that,” Ichthor nodded and stepped aside. How long Eilish stood, pouring Dar into the guardian, she did not know. Yes, only the Force was wasted. The healer held her soul, but it was not in her power to heal the terrible wounds. And suddenly the bloodless, numb warrior, as in early childhood, called his mother... Quietly, barely audible, with only lips: "Ma-ma ..." Lesana sobbed bitterly as she witnessed death for the first time.

The pull from the portal was too strong, as though the air itself had latched onto his soul. Then—movement. Figures poured from the gate in streams of shadow. They had the shapes of men but not the substance. Smoke clung to their limbs, faces warped and hollow, eyes glowing like coals in snow. Mireya spun her blade, slicing through the first to reach her. It dissolved into a scatter of silver dust, only to reform again behind her. “They don’t die!” she growled. “They just reset!” Kaelen slashed one down as it lunged for him. The phantom screamed as his blade passed through, leaving a streak of light. It vanished—but the light from his sword dimmed, as though it had stolen something from him.

said Dale as he backed away sharply and fell against the side wall. He then looked around, after remembering what she had said. He got up and talked to the first person who came along, and they completely ignored him. His only course of action now was to go back to the lecture room and find out what the hell was going on. When he opened the door, she was still there, waiting patiently. “You see, no one can see you or interact with you,” she said. “Why, what have you done to me?” asked Dale. “It’s actually what you’ve done to yourself. You see, you killed the Reaper, and the rules state that whoever kills a Reaper has to take their place,” she said.

“Kael touched you once, and you carry the imprint of it like a brand. That's not a normal bond response.” “I didn’t choose it,” I repeated. “But it’s real. They all felt it.” His jaw clenched. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” He finally opened the box. Inside was a small obsidian dagger. Ornate, ancient, and glowing faintly along the blade. I took a step back. “This is a Soul-Cleaver,” he said calmly. “Forged during the old wars. Cuts the soul-bond thread between mates. Kills the connection without killing the person.”