Soulreaper Of Nulgath Novels & Stories

What a disgusting disgrace of a human being! Holly Mary, mother of our Savior! Can we borrow your son to come die for this soul again? This one needs special deliverance and saving for God’s sake! What kind of human being is this? Is he perhaps suffering from a certain disease that he is trying to transmit to the whole world through sex or something? How can there be a disgusting, shameless jerk like him in the human realm? I feel Robby slowly take the phone from my hands, and I don’t object. I actually think I have had enough of that pathetic soul. He is nothing but a sick, rotten Dickwhore! A total shame to be associated with.

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

Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to Y ou for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab." 

One of them stepped forward, his gaze piercing. “You seek answers,” he said, his voice deep and resonant. “Why have you come?” I took a deep breath and stepped forward. “I’m Gwendolyn, reborn into this body. I can’t control my wolf. The Moon Goddess sent me to you.” The Elder exchanged a glance with his companions before nodding. “Your soul is fractured. The bond between you and Arlene was severed when you were reborn. This imbalance is the source of your struggles.”

It would take more than blood. It would take his soul. He stepped to the center of the sanctum. And began to chant. Not words he knew. Not a language he understood. But something spoke through him, in a tongue that shook the world. “Vora threnesh. Kal-nirath. Nihareth, nas jural.” The glyphs answered in kind, spinning. Cracking. The veil buckled like heat waves against glass. Something vast stirred on the other side—a shape with no body, a will with no face.

It made Lisa feel good because it meant that her efforts were not going to waste. Lisa was a grim reaper or angel of death or a shinigami, every culture had a different name for beings like her. She was responsible for guiding discorporate souls, helping them accept death so they could move on to the other side. Whenever someone died in her district she would get an assignment or a prerogative as it was called in the business. Zadkiel was an archangel and her boss; he oversaw her work and that of 25 other reapers that worked in his province.

She says. “Taint the soul? What does that mean?” I ask. I frown at this, not understanding what it meant at all. Marle places her arms on the desk and leans forward. “You will live five hundred deaths repeatedly, and when you eventually pass on, your soul will not be allowed into Xamnir’s, or Kai’s, plain. You’ll be sent to the firepit as a slave of Raerin, God of the Underworld and father of the Wolf Goddess, Tiarin.”

Sobering Faelon patted his shoulder and nodded. "Your ears are pointed, so weird," Sophia remarked and Salis eyed her. "I am half elfin," he replied softly and Sophia's eyes widened at Atlas reappearing suddenly. When he saw Salis he hissed and crossed his arms, giving him a sour glare. "I should leave and inform Lucifer that Gian's soul escaped the reaper that was there to collect it. I suggest that you don't return to hell and stay earthbound," Salis stated firmly and Faelon gave him a thumbs up. After he disappeared Faelon turned to Sophia.

"Death! Death! Death!" The chant was a rhythmic impact wave. The vibration traveled up through the bedrock and the stone platform, settling in my jaw. My molars rattled with every syllable. The sound hit my chest cavity, driving the air from my lungs and forcing my heart into an irregular, racing rhythm. In the center of the dais, kneeling in the grit, was the source of the metabolic rage. Lugal Nergal. He possessed no Barzil-silk robes now. He wore a rough burlap sack. The abrasive fabric scratched against his thin, translucent skin, leaving red welts. \

Malachi, pointing at the dark figure, countered, "But first, we need to understand who or what that is. It's unlike any being we've encountered." The figure, sensing their confusion, chuckled, its voice deep and echoing, "I am the Nexus Wraith, the embodiment of discarded and forgotten realms. You've given me an opening, and I intend to claim it." Elysia, ever the warrior, stepped forward, challenging, "We won't let you destabilize the balance we've fought so hard to maintain." The Wraith, amused, retorted, "Balance? By restoring one, you've beckoned many. Your intentions, noble as they may be, have consequences."