Soul Reapers Bleach Novels & Stories

Not minding how many souls they had reaped nor how many times they had been thrown back in this fight, both reapers did not give up and enjoyed the feast. A smile in K Whatever’s face grew and grew as her excitement and adrenaline rushed inside her— especially when a gigantic black aura suddenly appeared from behind the little evil spirits fighting for their souls. "And here I thought I should only scare the kids away from here? Why there are reckless reapers here?" Both the reapers and the evil spirits were stunned.

After saying that, the Devouring Ape took out its weapon, a huge saber. The saber was blood red with many lines engraved on it, which looked like some exotic beast. “This saber is called the Immortal Slayer, and anyone who dies under this blade, whether human or exotic beast, will have their soul imprisoned in this saber forever. The patterns on this saber are the exotic beasts that fell under this blade.” Holding the Immortal Slayer in his hand, the Devouring Ape's aura suddenly changed. It was just pressure before but was replaced by a shocking killing intent now.

"That is Luna’s power. She blurs the line between sleeping and waking." The car finally arrived in front of Siron’s apartment. The sight that greeted them made their blood run cold. Five black figures, Soul Reapers, were prowling the lobby. Their bodies, usually smoke-like, now appeared more solid, etched with streaks of silver light. In front of the elevator doors, Stefan and two other Order members were holding their ground behind a glowing symbolic barrier, but the barrier was spider-webbed with cracks. Worse were the other residents. Several stood on upper-floor balconies, eyes shimmering silver, staring down with passive smiles. A young mother held a baby, the infant was wailing, but th

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

She looked even more confused. "A fate?" I nodded. "A female reaper with slightly different powers then a regular reaper. They can see the future to a degree and something called soul splicing. It only works if you are with your proper mate though." "That doesn't sound fun." I smiled at her. "Basically the instant the twins are removed from me while I'm being stitched up Sylvia is going to attach a piece of Aidens soul to mine to prevent me from dieing, after which I will be an immortal. Don't look so concerned it won't hurt anyone and the piece taken from them grows back relatively quickly from what Sylvia told me."

Noah’s eyebrow twitched, and he pretended not to have heard Blackie’s cackling, “Alright, so what is this reactionary response? What happens when it is triggered?” “Ah, this reactionary response…” Blackie’s tone was rather nonchalant, “It’s what you’d call a soul cuddle.” Within seconds, Noah’s face crumpled into an expression that could only be described with the words ‘are you shitting me?!’ Blackie smirked knowingly, “Ah, but not just anyone can afford to cuddle with a soul of a worldborn! In most cases, your soul hug will figuratively choke the living daylights out of them.”

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

Knietic said. “Up there,” Plymoth pointed to the sky, noticing a menacing figure up above. The group were all stunned to see that the attacker was not an average reaper but a familiar hybrids that stood in their way. “Slaughterhouse?,” stronghold cringed. Now implanted with the same reapers technology that possessed Carrie, slaughterhouse hovered with an emotionless scowl on her face. Her eyes burning with energies ready to strike again. “Damn this day keeps getting worse steam Dragon complained Slaughterhouse’s new reapers from shook the spines of her allies and the rest of the team she cracked her knuckles in each hand.

I felt unworthy of love, even from someone as caring as Rei. "Someone is attempting to summon the spirits of the dead," Rei finally revealed as I turned to face her. "Spirits of the dead?" I queried, my confusion evident. "Yes, she's trying to conjure the spirits of deceased werewolf soldiers from all over the world," Rei elaborated. I hadn't anticipated the gravity of this battle. It seemed like we needed to prepare for the worst, as I had a sinking feeling that this could be the end of the line for us all.

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.