Shinigami Meaning Novels & Stories

If they succeeded, it would finally shift the tide of the war in their favor. The salamanders were dwindling. Over the past few years, they had struggled even to produce offspring. Their only hope was to capture a powerful sigilmaker sylph and use their sigils to resurrect their fallen comrades. “I won't forget this night, Gildeon,” Kohina said softly, drawing his thoughts back. The subtle shadow in her flame-colored eyes betrayed her coy smile. It troubled him. Sometimes, he struggled to discern whether she spoke as Kohina or her seer self.

shin seemed to see herself, but in the form of an angel. After his mind calmed down, Shin returned to look for that figure. Shin then ran to follow where the figure had gone. However, she no longer saw the girl. "Why is his face a little like mine?" Shin muttered. She really did not expect to meet a girl who resembled him. "Miss Shireen!" Redric shouted. The man was running towards Shin. "What are you looking for, Honey? Are you after someone?" Shin gasped. The boy kept calling Shin by the name 'Shireen'. Shin suddenly remembered the figure she had seen just now. One who had a face exactly like hers. Could she possibly be the girl Redric had been talking about?

Aya gags, I clench, and am working through every way I know how to kill a person before they can blink. Our art form, Shin-ki, literally translates as the Shadow Kill. Shinkori aren’t strictly assassins, but it doesn’t change the foundation of our knowledge. It is meant to be uses on Devils. The true threat and actual enemy of all people. If not, for the peace of our nations.

“Should we keep this short then?” The head priest chuckled softly. “You have a very sweet boyfriend. Don’t worry. You can tell me your purpose outrightly and keep this short.” “Can you show us how to make charms like yours?” Nozomi asked. “Ah... It’s an advanced technique and the effects are unique to your powers. Mine are of purification. If you’re thinking of protecting someone, your kind will likely use shikigami.” “Shikigami?” “Yes, but that’s all I can say, because that’s all I know. Your kind hardly interacts with mages of other attributes, much less those of the light.”

"It must be your guardian angel, I never understood why you QPs are so secretive about them. Every time I ask I always get the same response you just gave me." "Yeah, if you don't mind me asking what do you think about shinigami?" "Between me and you, I think they're pretty cool plus the powers they possess are absolutely amazing. Although I don't like the war that's going on, I think the shinigami should just give longer life spans to the people that deserve it most." "Sinn is right, this boy isn't very smart. Doesn't he know we are gods of death?" "You've got such a pure heart Natsu,"

She shrugs. “What exactly are they? I’ve heard stories, but they simply described them as shadows,” I whisper, snatching a glimpse of the black things. “My father called them praestrigiae, it means false in Latin. They are both living and dead, nearly impossible to get rid of, and have no flesh or blood. They are called shadows because they can move through anything, including us. To have one pass through you is nightmarish, like a cold mist that seems to bring all your fears to life,” she mutters, shivering.

“They’re not ghost stories. They’re warnings.” Grammy gave a single, firm nod. “Shadowcraft is older than the packs, older than even the vampires’ first kings. It’s a magic designed to unmake bonds, to unravel the tether between flesh and spirit. Whoever is using it isn’t just stealing your mates. They’re cutting them loose from you—like pulling threads from a weave.” A ripple of fear moved through the group. Even the hardened ones flinched. “And you’re saying,” Thorne rumbled, “that we’re fighting an enemy we can’t see?”

“Time? Death? Arden… what is it?” Before he could answer, Nira stepped forward, one hand raised in a placating gesture, the other clutching a dagger. Her eyes were sharp, yellow, scanning the trees. “It’s called a Shade for a reason,” she said quietly, almost reverently. “It’s neither dead nor alive in the way we understand. It’s the ghost of something that was… twisted.” Arden’s head snapped to her. “Don’t lecture her. Not now.” “I’m not,” Nira replied evenly. “I’m explaining. You need to hear it.”

I stutter. “Your blood.” I shake my head. “No.” “You are descending the stairs of denial again, Faye.” He sighs, throwing the blade into the table. My eyes are glued at the spot pulsing gently with black blood. It is the same I have seen with the vampires, and other creatures in Alkhemi—the dead. “No, i-it’s…” “It is black because you have died, and have been reborn through Sin,” he says. “Like every one of his creations.”

You do not know us that well if you think we would come in between you and the love of your life. "Shinja we see the way Silver looks at you. He would never look at another woman the way he looks at you," Shimki smiled at her. "Yeah, what we had was a silly crush that is all. You know how grandma told us about 'the boy with silver hair'. So we grew to love the fantasy and idea of the Silver prince. "It was 'silver eyes' Shimki." It was gray hair, shiny gray hair as they had come to see. His eyes were an honest silver, with dark rings of gray surrounding the irises. He was an intriguing specimen to behold.