Soul Reapers Bleach Novels & Stories

“Well, I’ve never had to explain any of this before, so I’m afraid I’m not going to be very good at it, but I’ll give it a try.” “Great.” Ru was feeling more accommodating than she expected herself to be. She leaned back into the cushion and crossed her legs, wondering what in the world he would say next. “Okay, well, what I was telling you earlier about the Reapers is all true. They are essentially demons commanded by Azrael. They have a role to play in society, to gather the souls of the dead when their time has come, but unfortunately, not all of them abide by the rules they’ve been given anymore. Some of them… take people they aren’t supposed to, unmarked souls.”

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. "No, Nekane. I'm the Reaper Queen and a Death Goddess. I will not run and hide, I will fight and destroy my enemy," I decreed as I called my scythe and felt the black smoke roll across my flesh making a black cloak. I was a kick ass female reaper and Nekane nodded his head doing what I'd done. We were awesome together and I held his hand as we vanished to reap his brother.

A few drops of his blood was placed on a platter which also had Rhea blood. “Like the rule of black magic proposes; a life for another. Something cannot just exist from a vacuum, for a soul to be given another has to be taken. Great elders we ask that you restore Rhea's soul in exchange for Cassian's,” Shiraya said as she raised the platter up. A crack of lightning opened the sky, this was followed by a loud thunder. This continued to happen as Shiraya as long as Shiraya casted the spell. After she was done the atmosphere went back to normal.

The second he sat down, however, his expression instantly turned slightly unpleasant… Noticing the change in his mood, Juno was prompted to ask, “…What’s wrong, Gerald? Did you manage to gather anything…?” “…Well, for one, those aren’t ordinary people… They belong to the Soul Hunter organization!” whispered Gerald. “The Soul Hunters? That’s them? To think they’d be here as well!” replied the shocked Juno in a hushed voice. Raising a slight brow, Rey then asked, “…Um… Who exactly are the Soul Hunters…?” As the name suggested, the Soul Hunters were an organization that specialized in hunting and killing ghosts and spirits. Naturally, they also possessed special equipment that would help them d

Her Soul. So, let's see how these girls go through the ups and downs of their life. How will the circumstances lead to their future? What will be the destiny of their set by the universe? And will their souls be able to be together? Or something else is waiting for them.......... Prologue __________________________________________ You are my SOUL __________________________________________ Love, You are my light of hope and rays of blessing. Baby, You are my morning glory and evening bliss. There is no word enough existed to express my feelings,

The bodies of the two attackers did not feel like ordinary flesh but more akin to puppets. "Who are you people?" Chase roared, his voice filled with fury. The black-clad man coughed blood, a grim smile on his lips. "Who are we? Haha... We're reapers. Everything on you... is ours now!" As he spoke, the man slammed a hand over the wound on his chest. A thumb-sized green talisman materialized, emitting a sharp, piercing hum.

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.

Seeing Taken souls were Lillith’s thing. I sighed to myself, wishing there was some point to this place. I walked a mute world filled with reflections of the living and whole, a world that was as pretty as it was useless. Lills on the other hand... She saw the dead and the taken, and they weren't reflections of people like they were for me, they were real, solid, she could hear their every word and scream.

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.

“Kael touched you once, and you carry the imprint of it like a brand. That's not a normal bond response.” “I didn’t choose it,” I repeated. “But it’s real. They all felt it.” His jaw clenched. “That’s what I’m afraid of.” He finally opened the box. Inside was a small obsidian dagger. Ornate, ancient, and glowing faintly along the blade. I took a step back. “This is a Soul-Cleaver,” he said calmly. “Forged during the old wars. Cuts the soul-bond thread between mates. Kills the connection without killing the person.”