Soul Reapers Bleach Novels & Stories

"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."

I blinked a few times and before I even knew it, I was back in the theatre room. "What you just experienced is the level four of this game. And only three of you stayed alive 'til the end. Congratulations, you have conquered level four of the Suicide Cup. A friendly reminder everyone, each one of us has that one person that could distract us from reality. And I hope you'll find that person before you decided to end your misery." the speaker went off after that and a silhouette appeared on the screen, it's probably the Domina. "Hello, my dear pupils..." it said using a voice changer. I wonder why she's hiding her identity.

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

That memory not only kept the favors of the Grim Reaper catalogued in Mane’s mind, it also held the aura of the one whose power was comparable to none. That aura was cold and filled with thirst. It was filled with a million screams and billions of disheartened souls. It wasn’t a surprise, for he was the Reaper. His job was to make sure that souls without a home to go to, didn’t wander the Universe, and he did this by consuming them. Initially, Mane thought that it was his silky smooth talking skills that had earned Aurora her life and Hildegarde her shield. However, what if that was all a lie? What if the Reaper had done the things he did because he needed Mane alive?

" You've been wondering who I was since I first got here, so kow I'll tell you. I'm the wat goddess. The one everyone has heard of, even everyone else around you too. "You,you,you!' Reya let out in a frustrated sigh. " You'll pay for this. Reapers, attack thrn!" A pang of regret and doubt sprung out from my throat as they drew close. Were the going to ignore me and go with Reya? Well, it didn't take a lot of time for the reapers to appear behind Reya, but that wasn't the shocking part. The shocking part was the fact that instead of the reapers going to stand behind Reya , they hung out behind me instead.

The Fates would not allow it and because it was my power that she used to create her living puppets, I was held responsible for rectifying the mess. When a shell carrying two souls is penetrated by the blade, it removes the soul which does not belong, and stores it until the soul is returned to the underworld. Until now I have tried to avoid such a violent end for these warriors, and I believe most of them will chose paradise over the alternative, but Alcmene… she is as stubborn and vengeful as they come. “How are you doing Soph dear” I ask her as she walks beside Zaine. My eyes flick briefly to the sleeve of her jumper and the outline of the tip of the dagger is visible just below her elbow

He questioned curiously. "Protection from the soul reapers," Miranda replied. "Soul reapers?" Alpha Lake asked, confused. "Yes. Now, let's go, we don't have much time," Miranda said. As they ran into the forest, they thought they'd see the soul reapers immediately, but everywhere was quiet, and not even a scent could be detected. "Stay closer," Alpha Lake said to Miranda and the twins. "They've masked their scents with very dark and powerful magic. You can't scent them, you can only see them when they want you to see them," Miranda explained quietly as they formed a protective circle, watching each other's back.

Ripper hands me my guns and I take them and check them before I leave the clubhouse with Rebel and Dante behind me. I kiss them both and take Rebel’s face in my hands and look into her honey coloured eyes. “We will find who did this and they will wish for death,” I say to her, her hands placed over mine. I place my forehead against hers, closing my eyes to centre myself. “Can’t have the reaper without his Scythe.” She whispers, and I open my eyes and look into hers. She knows who I am and what I am capable of. They don’t call me Scythe for nothing. The instrument of the Reaper. The instrument of death.

“And you—what are you doing here?” “Delicious. Would you believe me if I said your own hatred summoned me?” She ran her tongue over her lips, a gesture that sent a chill down my spine. “I am Sora Rhea, darling—little sister to your Dark God, the reaper of damned souls who make pacts with my brother.” “If that were true, you would have appeared long ago!” I gasped, my vision blurring even more. “You’re not as slow as Nocturnus predicted. Interesting.” She bit the tip of one sharp nail, stepping closer. “I’m the one who harvests souls in the name of our dark lord.”