Soul Reapers From 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.”

"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.

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.

“First period. Empty classroom. Elara bit my neck. It stung for a second, then… warmth. I felt her drink. My blood—it looked gold. Shimmering. Like liquid sunlight. She pulled back fast. There was gold on her hand. The wound healed almost instantly. She said she felt stronger. Invigorated. We realized it was the Bloodmate bond. We have to stay close for 24 hours.” Celeste listened—still, silent—then leaned back. She stared at the ceiling for a long moment. Then her voice dropped—quiet, almost reverent. “During the Swarm War… Kojin got injured. One of the last battles. He was bleeding out. His blood hit the ground—and it was gold. Liquid gold. Ichor. I thought I was hallucinating from blood l

Alessia's POV Who could have thought that death itself will come to me? To take away my soul without any reason? It shouldn't be like this. A reaper only takes a soul if an immortal is dead. I'm very much alive and I'm not dead yet for him to pick up! Have his eyes been defective somehow? "N-no. Why are you taking someone else's soul who's not even dead in the first place!" I couldn't stop screaming. I am very much alive to be treated this way. I am not dead and definitely will not be! This reaper might be dreaming or something.

"There are different types of soul walkers, one who can only see souls, one who can see the birth and death of a soul, one who can guide a soul to its direction if lost or wondering. There are quite a few soul walkers, and they are old but very powerful and always in the shadows. You won't even find them if you search for them. Whereas a soul mage is one who can see the birth and death of a soul, locate one's soul, guide them, and manipulate them. They basically can know about and do anything and everything to one's soul. They have the ability to create a soul and destroy one as well. A soul Mage's full capacity is not known since the only soul mage to ever exist died without getting to know

he asked. There was a deafening silence. No one answered, since they didn't know the answer. To be honest, Loheiruchel, Tinum, Dawey, Filur, Mhir, Gie and Yan were surprised to see a fairy with Hail’s group. After all, even if Reyan can travel to different worlds, and Hierro came from another world, they are still humans. Well, Reyan can be considered a human, if he isn’t. But Blue… obviously isn’t a human, even if he is more like a human.

Everything is spotless, polished, and so grand, it almost felt unreal… way too luxurious for someone like me. Inside the restroom, I passed a mirror—and froze. Did I just see a ghost? I stepped back and looked again. "Arrrrgh!" I screamed. "Who is this? Why am I in a stranger’s body?!" I stumbled backward, heart pounding. Then I looked again, this time slowly, closely. My heart skipped. “Wait… I know this face.” “No… no, this can’t be real.” “This is Elena Scarlet.” I held my hair, my fingers shaking.

—seemed to emanate from its still form. Liora stood, unharmed. More than unharmed. She was glowing. Not with the golden light of the Balance, but with a brilliant, blindingly white light. It was the light of a soul that had chosen to feel everything, absolutely everything, and in doing so, had become invulnerable to nothing. The Reaper aimed and fired again. Again, the beam shattered against the radiance of her being. It was impossible. It was an equation that had no solution. A variable that refused to be quantified.

"Look Sabrina. Every time Cory killed you, he made it a ritual to always give your heart to the reapers. The heart symbolises life. The reapers are the link between the Angel realm and demon realm. They act to maintain balance in the universe by not letting much negative souls stay around and also sending pure souls to rest. Your soul is different. You've bounced through centuries as different forms and you still keep on coming. Only few souls can do this Mina" Nelyx meticulously explained to me. "In exchange for something, you have to give the reapers a soul. Your wish is only limited to the ability to come back to life or more universal energy flowing within you--energy from the life of th