Soulreaper Of Nulgath Novels & Stories

“Your Hongrome Body has been perfected. The Ultimate Yin body type allows you to cultivate much faster than other divine beings. “If not for my injuries, ten of you wouldn’t be my opponent.” Thea looked down at him disdainfully as if he were a clown. The Waitara Path’s soul spirit gnashed his teeth and shouted, “You are also an Alcide being of the Haleth Realm, Thea. You’re of noble status but submitted to a mere mortal. On top of that, you believed those Caeloros Gods of Nothingness’ lies and want to stand against me? “Have you forgotten that there would be no Haleth Realm without me? You and your beloved husband would not even exist.

“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.”

he said, levelling his gaze at me, “it was an act of kindness. In my humble opinion, anyway. “And, of course, you’ve heard of Haerlyne, the God the Soul Stealers worship. But Anderson told me about another one, a Demon God of Darkness and Deception. Cythraul," he added, and a shudder ran through him. "He was what changed Anderson’s mind about the Soul Stealers, in the end. He didn’t want to live in the shadows anymore. So, rather than killing me, he changed me, and we left together. We travelled the world. Have you ever had tea and scones in a little English café?”

POV: Lila (primary), Nareth (pattern-bearer), Saela (thread-resonant), Maximus (containment watcher), Elora (ink shaping new voice), Kehra (listening for fracture), Vathil (held soil), The Echoform (unnamed presence Lila The morning did not return evenly. Light curled only across the eastern moss, leaving the western grove steeped in a gray that felt less like shadow and more like memory refusing to soften.

His hand around my throat further restricted my capability to breathe. “I care naught for your worthless words, girl. You have crossed the King's Reaper and I will crush you into the dust!” He flicked his wrist and I felt my neck ache. I fell to the ground writhing, fighting for any breathe I could get. “Women are not permitted to have magic- so you are a liar.” He quickly grabbed his scythe. “Once I reap you- I will live again as the most powerful being in existence.” I could feel my body start to resign against the force. A dazed feeling came over me as I could only watch him. “Soul Reaper!” The scythe swung down cutting my soul from my body. I could see the wispy woman rise above as a gur

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

Just then, he looked at the notifications. [You are currently in Niflheim's Third layer: The Abyss, a place for the pathless souls to rot for eternity] [You got tainted by the Abyss' aura, and received a permanent debuff: Curse of The Abyss] [You can no longer leave The Abyss] [Congratulations! you have killed Meiyerditch, from the Soul Devourer path!] [Spiritual force 54 (+10)] [You have gained 100 XP!] [Congratulations! you have killed a foe above your realm!]

*“Elara, look at the anvil. Don't look at me.” I gasped for air, my vision blurring into a haze of red and green. I looked past Silas’s shoulder at the glowing anvil. It wasn't a block of metal. It was a **Processor**. Every time the hammer hit it, a soul from the "Sub-Level" was being flattened, stripped of its identity, and funneled into one of the Reaper shells. He was being forced to murder the survivors of the 1998 crash to build an army for the Nulls.

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

Stifling a laugh, I sit back and say, “Well, you already know that I am Jason. I want to know exactly how you found my number and know everything about her and what is going on.” Hesitating, he scans the room before stating, “I work with an organization called the Luminaries, we keep an eye on things that are older than humanity and that could eventually pose a threat to it. Your soul eater is just one of many and she has literally been around since the beginning of time as far as we can tell.”