Soul Reapers Bleach Novels & Stories

He’s bound and determined to stay dead inside until after his father’s execution, the consequences be damned. I stand by the side of our bed, looking down at my mate. The gentle rise and fall of his chest, his relaxed and calm face – I can almost believe that he’s all right, and not turning into an emotionless monster -- which is exactly what he’ll become in the end. I’ve seen it before. Even with protection, the soul reapers eat bits of your soul away, and if you go deep enough, and often enough, it becomes nearly impossible to restore the lost part.

he announced, “and Alpha Theron of the Ironclaw. You will fight under ancient law. No weapons. No interference. To the death, or surrender.” Ryu didn’t flinch. Theron grinned like a man already victorious. Before the fight, there was a ritual. One that hadn’t been done in generations. The Bonding of the Soul, meant to draw strength from Luna. I didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to stand in the center of that bloody place and give the crowd more reason to stare. But Ryu turned to me, and his hand reached out. “I need you,” he said softly. I nodded.

She did not understand why the Chief had said that. A pair of red eyes looked down at her shorter frame. "You will be a part of the Private Bleach case. I assume you have heard of Bleach." Her throat became drier and itchier than it already was. B-Bleach? The Legendary Greatest Swordsman? The Mysterious Werewolf Butcher? Amongst Commonerfolks, Bleach was some kind of twisted hero, a Vigilante that would rid the world of the diseases that were Werewolves.

The soldier at the front didn't move a bit out of fear, while the soldier at the back had wanted to get away but made no move. "The four of them are my minions, please use them as you please master." Regera pointed at them, but was still in a lowered state. There were 4 people with 2 girls with all black clothes and hair like Regera, the rest were girls and boys with all red clothes and hair. They belong to the same demon race as Regera. "Wait a minute! Samael, you've appeared again!" I approached one of the black haired girls named Samael, she is a girl with a small body and a cute face.

He looks like he’s trying to breathe through his mouth and not his nose, leaving me to assume he finds the scent off-putting, too. Tasha nods. “It’s not exactly the same, but it’s similar enough that whatever they’re from are definitely the same species if not the same…things.” She says “things” in a tone that projects both disgust and bewilderment. “Alpha!” I hear Channing call as he approaches with Blake and Serafina. It takes just a moment before I realize he’s carrying a human over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. “Who do you have there, Channing?” I ask, feeling my mouth go dry and the sensation of my stomach dropping, fearing the answer.

"No changes are happening. God damnit! You were asked to do one job, and my god, you're" Clause held me down, trying to calm my nerves. I was on the edge these days. Seeing Lyra as lifeless and knowing that I was the reason behind it didn't sit well with me. I gulped down a lump, sending glares towards the doctor. "Alpha, your Luna can heal herself. I can only stabilize and make sure she's doing well, but unlike the other attack that was caused by a rogue, you're an Alpha; you have more dominance over her, and her immune system is"

I took a deep breath as his gaze sent chills down my spine, forcing myself not to meet his eyes with my own. I had to remind myself who he really was. He was the Reaper, the man who killed his whole family, the man who could kill with his bare hands. I had to remember that, I couldn’t let myself see him as handsome…even if I couldn’t deny that he certainly was. I pulled out a chair on my end of the table, as far away from Kael as possible. Before I could sit, I heard a low growl coming from Kael, making me snap my eyes back to his face.

"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.

"You were meant to vanish, but I intervened. I’m giving you a second chance. You’ll return to the human world as a soul reaper." My heart pounded. "No. I don’t want this. Let me go." "You already are one," he said flatly. "And if you refuse, your mother’s soul will vanish too." "What?! Why?" "Because your death changed her fate. Her soul is tied to yours." His voice grew colder. "You have 1000 years to fulfill your mission. Fail, and you’ll never move on. Not to heaven. Not to hell. You’ll be lost, FOREVER......"

"But when you say extinct, there is one specific race that comes into mind." "Yeah?" "They were a race of soul reapers, extraordinary beings who guided lost souls to the afterlife," the Headmistress says, "and they were called the-" But she never gets to finish her sentence. A mighty roar rips through the breezy air. And then something crashes.