Naruto Soul Reaper Novels & Stories

It was- "We share the same soul," I trembled as I kept repeating those words. My breath hitched. This couldn't be right. Damn it, Bella! What the hell is this? Is this some sort of reincarnation shit just like Kikyo and Kagome in those Inuyasha series that I used to read as a kid? Shit! I don't give a fuck whether we share the same soul or not. I was content with my life as Cho Sarang. Why the hell did you bring me here, you bitch?

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

Rhea tapped her claws lightly against my face, tearing through a few spots as if she were thoughtfully considering it. “My eternal servitude?” I suggested, my words faltering as reason slipped from my mind, drowned by the severity of my wounds. “Oh, darling, you’ll do that anyway.” Sora stepped closer, her dark eyes radiating the depth of an endless abyss. “After all, my brother already owns your soul—and let me tell you… it’s exquisitely painful to witness the suffering of souls that succumb to Nocturnus and serve him.” “My shell!” I clenched my fists, my wolf resisting within me. “Nocturnus owns my soul, but not my body. I’ll grant him that—let him manipulate it and move whoever he wishes

A few drops of his blood was placed on a platter which also had Rhea blood. “Like the rule of black magic proposes; a life for another. Something cannot just exist from a vacuum, for a soul to be given another has to be taken. Great elders we ask that you restore Rhea's soul in exchange for Cassian's,” Shiraya said as she raised the platter up. A crack of lightning opened the sky, this was followed by a loud thunder. This continued to happen as Shiraya as long as Shiraya casted the spell. After she was done the atmosphere went back to normal.

"The stories we prepared about Lyra — the infidelity, the seduction, the bastard child. Those are already circulating through the pack. Every servant, every guard, every elder has heard the same version." Serena's crying slowed. She wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "Soon," I said, "every person the Reaper's men speak to will confirm it. And when that tyrant discovers the kind of woman he's marked..." I let the smile come. "He'll do our work for us." I straightened my coat and picked up a bottle of aged whiskey from the cabinet. I had to strike first. Fucking Reaper bastard. My jaw tightened, my fingers pressing into the glass. He'd ruined everything—the naming ceremony I'd spent so

"Unless..." She traced something on the glass, and suddenly our reflections changed. Not our appearance, but what lay beneath. I could see our souls, intertwined in ways that made my eyes water. But there, at the center, was something else. A third thread, older, darker, binding us in ways that predated our birth. "Someone bound you before you were born," Kira whispered. "This isn't a mate bond. It's a soul-contract. Someone with incredible power wanted to ensure you two would find each other."

After a long time, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and a man in a bamboo hat and coir raincoat stood in the distance under the dim moonlight, back-facing the three. "What! How is that possible? That is the power of the Soul. He is unscathed. Even the legendary Undead Body cannot be unscathed..." Seven Killings seemed to have seen the most incredible thing in his life. The scene in front of him was far beyond his cognition. The power of the Soul of a Nirvana Realm cultivator could severely damage a cultivator of Apotheosis Realm. How could Xiao Chen be all right! Even if he had Undead Body, it was impossible!

My wolf was restless, picking up something familiar in her scent but unable to place what it was. Then I heard it. A low growl from somewhere ahead. I pushed through a cluster of bushes and stopped dead in my tracks. A wolf stood in a small clearing, its fur gleaming silver in the filtered sunlight. It was smaller than most wolves in my pack, but there was something powerful about its presence. Something that made my wolf sit up and take notice. The wolf turned toward me, and I found myself looking into familiar hazel eyes. Liora. Her wolf was beautiful. More beautiful than I had imagined. But there was something about her scent, her presence, that tugged at memories I couldn’t quite grasp.

If she really wanted to kill him, she could completely control the two Buddha statues and exhaust Kiran to death. "You're smart enough to think of that." "You are smart to think that," Lady Meiji seemed to read his thoughts. "I am too lonely and need a man to accompany me," she continued. "When you fought the Ninja Association in Sunland, I took a deep interest in you and have been waiting for you ever since." Kiran's expression changed several times. "What do you want from me?" "I want you to come here and train your dragon soul power with me. Together, we can aim to transcend," Lady Meiji said.

At that word, ‘mate’, my stomach twisted. She continued, “You were both chosen long before the blood that binds you was ever shed.” My breath hitched. “Chosen? By who? You?” She gave no answer, only a look that told me she wouldn’t deny it. “The bond between you two is more than what the world sees. You both carry the mark of the moon. He, the protector and you, the reborn. And soon, you will understand why your lives had to intertwine through both death and life.”