Reaper Nurse Novels & Stories

The tendrils evaporated and I buried my face into my hands. "If you love Eoin you gotta fight for him," Rai said sincerely and I glanced up at eyes like my own and asked,"how?" He chuckled and sat his tall self next to me on the floor. "She's just a witch, not a reaper and can you tell me what reapers do?" I told them they collect and send souls onto the next life. He nodded and I watched him curiously as what he was saying blossomed in my mind. "I can reap her soul to destroy her?" He grinned slightly and nodded.

"Hey, what makes you say she can’t handle it? Has any other player managed to get information from a ghost?" "Think about this carefully. This woman is insane! She doesn’t think like an ordinary person." "Hate on her all you want! Well, I’m going to bet on the nurse surviving this till the end." "Can I go with you?" asked a young girl dressed as a student. Her name was Clarice Hayden. "We are screwed! Having to drag one insane person around is hard enough for Aaron, and now he has to manage two! Impossible!"

now, and the inside of the building is painted white, and a pale baby blue color. Reaper is pacing the reception hall while Caleb is at the far end of the room, leaning against a wall with a plastic cup of coffee in his hands. They both seemed startled when they see me, fear rippled in Reaper's face. He never shows emotions, thus, this is serious. "Boss..." he starts but I cut him off. "Where is she?" I ask anger laced in my voice. Reaper gulps before answering but is cut short when a doctor walks towards us. He recognizes me and a small smile pulls across his lips.

Lesana looked around the yard with her dead eyes, and for some reason, of all the healers, she saw only her friend standing on a dais. - Here, here! she screamed heart-rendingly, waving her arms. - Eilish!!! The doctor rushed to the call, hastily pulling on the casing thrown over her shoulders, ran past the trembling driver, whom one of the younger ones gave hot drink to drink. A peasant with a disheveled beard sticking out in all directions spoke in a shaky voice, chattering his teeth on the edge of the mug:

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

Carl was taken aback. However, he soon came around to his senses and said gently, “Thank you very much, Felix. But the Living Reaper’s disciple is coming to see me soon.” Felix was startled. “The Living Reaper’s disciple?” The Living Reaper was the best doctor in their country, so his disciple had to be very skillful as well. “Yeah. She’s coming this afternoon. I’m sure she’ll be able to help me with her medical skills.” Felix said happily, “If she’s the Living Reaper’s disciple, then there shouldn’t be a problem.”

my voice is a dry whisper in my throat, and it vanishes instantly in the darkness. A thick chuckle burst out of the slot hole, “Look who it is we have here… Dale Lazarus, The Reaper, harbinger of doom, our top 1 fighter. To what do we owe this unplanned visit?” I stare deep into the hole the voice is coming from, “Dora Jael. I want you to terminate any contract you have with her.” The air in the room is suddenly split by a sound that makes the hairs on my arms stand up. It started low, a guttural, rattling noise, a dry wheezing chuckle, then the devilish laughter dies, and he continues, “You sound…”