Soul Reaper Novels & Stories

"Throw her down, Raziel! Toss her off! I'll catch her in my teeth!" The Sphinx paces furiously at the base of the wall, roaring into the night air. "Absolutely not!" I yell over the rushing wind. Raziel twists violently in the air, trying to shake me off like a dog shaking off a flea. But I am a Reaper. I stick to his interlocking wheels like superglue. I pull myself up, crawling over his sacred rings until I am face-to-face—or rather, face-to-giant-glowing-eyeball—with his central core.

I was feeling the pain of the sprinkles of holy water being thrown at me, it's like glass cutting through my flesh. I was wailing with pain as every words written in that stupid bible cuts my insides, I can feel my bile rising up my stomach as I vomit brownish green fluids out. I can feel myself weakening. It's as if my soul is being cast out of Cassidy's body.

The sorceress opened the shutters and let in the coolness of the autumn morning into the stuffy peace. Looking at the rustling pines below, the kreff of the sorcerers recited the incantation and sprinkled the wind breaking against the wall with blood from a cut palm. No matter how the baby leaves the mother's womb, his soul will not remain restless. The unborn child will be put to rest, giving the opportunity, sooner or later, to return to the world again. * * * When the unconscious body - washed and dressed - was again laid on clean and dry sheets, Mairiko nodded to Ichthor:

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.

His hand around my throat further restricted my capability to breathe. “I care naught for your worthless words, girl. You have crossed the King's Reaper and I will crush you into the dust!” He flicked his wrist and I felt my neck ache. I fell to the ground writhing, fighting for any breathe I could get. “Women are not permitted to have magic- so you are a liar.” He quickly grabbed his scythe. “Once I reap you- I will live again as the most powerful being in existence.” I could feel my body start to resign against the force. A dazed feeling came over me as I could only watch him. “Soul Reaper!” The scythe swung down cutting my soul from my body. I could see the

"That's why he's called the Reaper. You'll never be able to learn a Cursed Technique if you can't harness your Essence" "Essence?" She left him. Joe stood up. The Reaper. One who escorted souls to the after life. A Cursed technique was a deadly technique. He was learning techniques to kill enemies. He was preparing for war.

Beginning of Book 2: Journey for the Souls -Soul Eaters. That's what she had called them. They would suck out your soul and leave you a hollowed shell, doomed to walk the earth preying on the living. Hungering for another soul to fill the empty void you had become.

small horns appeared near the soul river. There was a crack near them which indicated that they came from somewhere outside of this universe. "They will catch up to us soon. What do we do, honey? Our daughter is also..." "We will do as we planned. You've put Tema in the Ark after altering her memories and showing that illusion, right? " "But...Deceiving our own daughter like that...she is just an innocent child." "Sigh...But we don't have any other choice. They will also not leave us alone and will haunt us to take back Ark. Anyway, There's no time. Let's hurry up." The male humanoid suddenly waved his hand towards the soul river and picked up a random soul from it before seeing its me

She cried out as some of it hit her, burning with the most agonising pain she'd ever experienced, like her very existence was being melted away wherever it touched. She moved further around the column, placing it between her and the light, and cast both hands out towards those she'd felt hiding in here, screaming as in insane amount of dark power rushed through her. Her shadowy aura reached out to those she'd come with, drawing even more of that agony through her, and out through her hands, where it split five ways, and then more, as others rushed in from other rooms, and one by one they blinked out of existence as her shadows hit them, carrying the wounds from her friends.

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."