Soul Reaper Novels & Stories

Her spirit haunted my realm now, speaking truths I didn't want to hear. "She was never mine to lose," I said. The words tasted like poison. *Then why are you preparing to kill for her?* Because I was sick. Because three hundred years of watching her choose someone else had broken something inside me that couldn't be fixed. Because if I couldn't have her, nobody could. I moved to the weapons cabinet. My hands shook as I reached for it. The Soul Reaper. A blade forged in the first wars between realms. One cut could sever any bond. Any connection. Any soul.

He’s bound and determined to stay dead inside until after his father’s execution, the consequences be damned. I stand by the side of our bed, looking down at my mate. The gentle rise and fall of his chest, his relaxed and calm face – I can almost believe that he’s all right, and not turning into an emotionless monster -- which is exactly what he’ll become in the end. I’ve seen it before. Even with protection, the soul reapers eat bits of your soul away, and if you go deep enough, and often enough, it becomes nearly impossible to restore the lost part.

I tried to open the door but no matter how hard I tried it seemed to be locked from outside so I could do nothing but run upstairs. "Do not trust too much, the world of the afterlife is more cunning than the world of people. Many souls like me want to return to the world. I do not want that to happen. " For some reason, Allysa's words came back to my mind. I will not be surprised that this Soul felt my presence because I helped Allysa earlier. He is one of the few who wants to return to the world and I am what they need to return. Although I am a living reaper in the contract I am not as strong as Saint or any grim reaper. I can't fight him.

Sayori’s lips curled into a sinister smile without missing a beat, she said: “I am not your daughter.” As she struck the general’s chest using her spear. The general looked at her as he choked on his own blood. He stopped moving, his motionless body was cast aside as Sayori pulled out the spear from his chest. She dropped the spear on the ground and she turned to me.

It is rumoured that the dragon sword's aura eliminates the regeneration of beings . " T-This... What are you doing? Kill her already!" Scarlett shouted, impatiently. Her nervousness overjoyed me to kill more of her remaining knights. I unsheathed another sword which was called Soul reaper. The mysterious sword that Drystan gave me before going into the battlefield. " Thanks to him, I can wipe out even the souls of these pathetic blood suckers," I cursed, slashing off the last black hood knight's head. His soul evaporated leaving only the dust of ashes.

Our lives are in danger, and maybe, just maybe, that will make him do something miraculous. ‘You got to do something!’ I cry. ‘We are dying!’ Liam’s face twists with pain - he knows I’m right, and suddenly, without warning, one of the ghouls attacks us. It bites Liam’s wings while another screeches and goes for my tail, digging it’s nail into it. I whimper in pain, but there is absolutely nothing I can do. ‘Aurora!’ Liam screams through the mind-link before his eyes start to glow in a bright blue color.

“You’d keep him updated, won’t you?” She said nothing. Then Decker looked back at me. “One of the chairs on your table has been working with one of your rival companies. They’re many people interested in picking apart your brains and sharing your ideas but they don’t think it should be from someone like you.” I clenched my hand. “Who?” “Figure it out yourself.” He cracked his neck, picked his mask back up and walked past me. “I have another soul I have to reap.” There was a way he said it— like he was someone who had crawled out of hell and was still dragging the flames with him.

"You will disappear and will never go back so you don't dare die until you grow a soul and I can reincarnate you." We focused our attention on her as she held Gabriel and Raphael by the neck. They have no trace of wounds but you can see the weakness in them as if they have been fighting Syne for years. Is Syne really that powerful? "Wait, what?" Vanna said. "Vampires can grow a soul?" "Anyone can grow a soul," she replied. "Let's settle this Michael," she firmly said. "Just us and let's forget about the vampires. After all, it should only be between us."

He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed, motionless. The joy on Carmela and Sonny’s faces froze. They were terrified, mouths open, but no sound came out. Don Corleone’s eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Vincent, who was barely clinging to life on the floor. “What… did you call her?! “A sl*t?! Trash?! Meat for others to play with?!” He suddenly turned to me. Two muddy streams of tears spilled from the eyes of this cold, ruthless don. “So… so similar… “This birthmark… these eyes… You are… Sophia’s daughter…”

Smiling Summer bobbed her head up and down, "We can absolutely depend on them. However, we will have to travel to them and it might be best you had a crash course of self defense and weapon handling before we make our next move." "Who even are you?" Asher asked jokingly, but there was a hint of seriousness in his tone. Of course he wouldn't necessarily be able to accept who she was now. He didn't even break the surface with who she truly was. Would he still look at her with the adoration when he learned everything that she had done? Of all the people she had tortured and even killed? She didn't want to think about that at the moment, especially since they just found a little sliver of h