Soul Reaper Novels & Stories

Not only she can’t use her healing ability in this world yet her missions requires inevitable pain! “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll heal right after the midnight strikes.” Garfield remarked, “That’s why don’t die by that time. Wounds can be healed but not a broken and scattered soul.” That’s another thing K Whatever learned from him. A reaper may not be wounded by mortal’s pain but it can be wounded by other reapers or with other spirits lingering in the world. They can feel pain but not easily die.

] [Level: 1 (83 XP left to lv2)] [Race: Ghost] [Life points: ∞] [Mana points: 10] [Attack: N/A] [Defense: ∞] [Dextery: N/A] [Agility: N/A] [Inteligence: N/A] [Spiritual Force: 20] [Skills](^) - Possession (Lv 1) (No MP) (v) The user can possess a body, puppet, golem, or mecha if its ownerless or if the user has a stronger spiritual force than its owner. - Soul devour (Lv 1) (1 SF/s) (v) The user can 'swallow' a soul or a ghost to gain a permanent boost to his/her spiritual force. It's the only way to level up for ghosts - Weak mind blade (Lv 1) (2 SF) (v)

I sat in my room for three days. Not dramatically. I attended to my duties — the morning cleaning rotation, the evening meal service, the geomun'go practice that Mistress Hana insisted upon regardless of scheduling or emotional state. I did these things. I did them correctly. I did them without letting anything show on my face, which was not difficult because I had been trained since childhood to perform tasks without letting things show on my face. Between duties, she sat on my sleeping mat and thought. Soul Sight activates upon soulbound recognition, I had read, in the texts. The connection, once formed, cannot be unformed. The soul recognizes what it has always been bound to.

"I don't know, that's why I ended up like this." “Soul attack technique?!” Zhou Fu thought for a while because he felt that he was familiar with the term. Luckily he immediately remembered it and took out the manual given to him by Liao Ting. That shufashen manual had something to do with soul assault techniques. “Brother Wang, keep her busy! Give me five minutes to practice, can you do it?!” Zhou Fu darted beside Wang Ji and without waiting for the youth's approval, Zhou Fu pushed Wang Ji's body closer towards the evil spirit.

"During the experiment in class, I watched every one of you students closely and noticed that even after chanting the spell correctly and healing the cut on your specimens, a scar is still left on the wounded region. Of course, it should be that way, totally normal if you ask me but yours, it was something else. You healed the cut quite right, but the spot remain good as new, like nothing happened in the first place. I could have sworn that you never cut your specimen if I did not see it with my very own eyes. That is the reason I was perplexed, Nyx, yours was exceptional," Narek explained and I swallowed harshly. "That was the same thing a vamp in class told me. She goes by the name Liz and

The world around me is bursting at the seams as I run faster than physically possible, and then I’m hit with an energy that feels like I have ten suns within me powering my body forward. When I spot her our eyes interlock with one another, and the world fades away leaving her and I surrounded by darkness. She’s radiating a warm light that’s almost healing, and her eyes are glowing silver with a storm swirling within them. The intensity of our mate bond has amplified so much that I can feel my universe shifting to solo revolve around this fiery woman.

But underneath those kind eyes is a stone-cold killer. They nicknamed her the Onryo. Which is a Japanese vengeful spirit. Returned in ghost form to harvest the souls of those that have betrayed them in life. She is the first female Don, also known as a Donna. Apparently she is a force to be reckoned with and has mastered many kinds of self defence skills. But her favourite weapon of choice is the Katana. Hence the name. The last thing her enemies see is the look of death in her eyes as she takes her revenge.

Once the soul dissolves inside the evil spirit, they won’t be able to reincarnate again. "I will leave this place no matter what --whether you like it or not!" I shouted. After that I spread my beautiful and strong black wings. My hair turns into long and gentle blue fire. My eyes become all white and my lips turn black. I’m like a beautiful fairy demon but I’m not. I’m a reaper and it is my duty to collect and save souls. A blue fire scythe appeared in my hands then I flew away from hell. I returned back to where I live and that is --the land of the living.

"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

Laila was forced back three steps, her boots leaving deep ruts in the gravel, her arms vibrating with a dull, sickening numbness that she hadn't felt since the Bank of England. Takashi didn't give her a second to recover. He lunged forward, his long naginata slicing through the air in a horizontal cut aimed directly at her unprotected throat. The steel blade was no longer humming with a blue electrical current; it was coated in a thick, oily black smoke that carried the unmistakable, suffocating clicking sound of the First Soul Eater.