Soul Reaper Novels & Stories

When it spoke, its voice was layered — thousands of tones speaking in perfect unison. “Why do you descend?” The reapers froze. The sound wasn’t heard so much as felt, vibrating through bone and thought alike. Veyra stepped forward, keeping her tone steady. “We seek the ones who stirred you.” “The Soulbound.” “Yes,” she said cautiously. “You know them.” The figure tilted its head. “Know? I remember them.” The walls trembled, and golden veins flared brighter. Soreth’s grip on his weapon tightened. “Where are they?” Veyra demanded.

He widened his eyes. "That's awful," he mumbled and then reached for me when I finished. "Yeah, reapers are what's left of suicides... their punishment from the gods is to reap until death do they part." I looked towards Toru. "He doesn't know anything of his past life, he just knows he woke up immortal with glasses and a death scythe that came with a quota." He nodded and then laid his ears back. "That must be terrible... I'd hate to be like that.... I'm glad I'm a fox spirit," he mumbled and looked at me, waiting for me. I smiled and walked up to him, wrapping him in his arms.

"The Reapers took her. They harvested her when she died. You’re just a file they’re wearing." "Is there a difference, Elara?" she asked, her head tilting with a maternal curiosity that chilled me to the bone. "I have her memories. I have her love for you. I remember the way you used to hide under the porch when it thundered. I remember the secret name you gave your first doll. If the data is identical, is the soul not the same?" "A soul isn't data!" I roared. I launched a bolt of Grey Flame, but she didn't dodge. She simply raised a finger, and a lattice of emerald light intercepted the blast, neutralizing it into a shower of harmless sparks.

Her soul. Whereas Aayana is a 25 years old ambitious and talented girl with a sweet and caring nature. She loves from the core of her heart. She wants to shine in her career and she has a secret crush on Ira. She finds her soul in Ira. But she can't reach her because of her status. And she also knows that her family won't accept her reality. Still, she is in the hope that one day she will get her love. The love of her life. About whom she dreams every night and aspires every moment. The divine feelings she feels for Ira, give her the feel of a peach mountain. She is afraid that she will be able to get in touch with the love of her life. Her love. Her Soul.

"Spare me! Otherwise, Divine Reaper won’t let you go!" the leader shouted, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Adrian. The man looked terrifying, exuding a powerful aura. He was using a secret technique, hoping to escape. But with a casual wave of his hand, Adrian created a barrier that blocked the man’s path. Renee, watching from below, was stunned. Divine Reaper… They were the most feared assassin organization in the Spirit Domain, known for their stealthy and deadly methods that instilled fear in everyone.

8Th Level Earth Realm! Sarong gripped his saber with utmost concentration. Although he could feel his body being filled with strength from the blessing of Reaper’s Edge, he didn’t dare lose his focus. He and Sharon were vastly different. Not just in terms of character, but in their fighting styles as well. Actually, it was their characters that fueled their fighting styles.

Cristian thought that he would go crazy when he saw the inert body of his partner on the floor covered in blood. His body vibrated so painfully that the wolf stepped outside. Tearing at his clothes on the way he ran in the direction of the man who had hurt his wife, his soul mate, his half, the person he had waited so long for. The anger, the pain, the hatred; A mixture of overwhelmed feelings clouded all sanity, leading him into the abyss of revenge.

Yes, I'm dead and hallucinating before whatever it is decides where I go next. The nurse's voice grips my attention again. "Oh, the Scaler. That's the creature that reminds you of the last thing you heard before you died until it's sure your soul is pure. If you've committed many crimes during your mortal life, he will torture you until he is satisfied, but you'll never enter the afterlife. Instead, your soul will enter another body with no memories, and the cycle will start all over again. Since your soul was pure, he set you free and even gave you the chance to fight for your life. That doesn't happen. But maybe..." Her eyes search the room. Something's off with her sudden chance- she's no

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they

This made him strive to remember if he ever washed his coat as a Reaper. There were four of them, each from the opposing side. The strongest Reapers are usually sent to get the due soul because of the struggle they go through to get it. This was Damien's best part of being a Reaper. "Don't get excited watching Reapers fight for a soul, yours might be the one they fight for next." Roman snorted. He yanked Damien's hand off his wrist and resumed walking. The toy shop Roman had said was literally a store where strange-shaped toys were made. How did a little boy know such a place?