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Soul Reaper Deku

Soul Wars

~~{ WSA 2025 ENTRY }~~ Ahriman wants nothing more than a normal, peaceful life. He has no interest in friends, ambitions, or anything beyond avoiding trouble. He understands how his world works, the position he holds within it, and the best way to navigate it—all for the sake of securing a life free from problems and worries. To achieve that, he lies, fakes emotions, agrees easily, and does whatever it takes to slip past conflict unnoticed. But fate has other plans. One night, he wakes up paralyzed on a riverbank, the cold air biting at his skin. He can’t remember how he got there. Panic grips him as he struggles to move, to think, to make sense of his situation. Then, from the shadows, a robed figure approaches. Ahriman calls out, desperate for help—but the figure ignores him. Instead, the man mutters something incomprehensible, a language that twists and warps in Ahriman’s ears. Before he can process what’s happening, the world plunges into darkness. The next thing he knows, he’s waking up in a hospital. They tell him he was in an accident. They tell him he’s fine. But he isn’t. Something feels wrong. Ever since that night, strange phenomena haunt his life. His dreams become too vivid—grotesque visions filled with nightmarish, otherworldly creatures. And yet, for reasons he can’t explain, they never attack him. Worse still, no matter how long he sleeps, exhaustion clings to him like a curse. It’s as if his body refuses to rest, as if something is gnawing away at him from the inside. The relentless cycle of sleepless nights and haunting dreams begins unraveling the fragile normalcy he’s spent his life protecting. And then, in one of those dreams, he meets her. A woman unlike anything else lurking in his nightmares. She doesn’t just unsettle him—she shatters him. With nothing more than her presence, she strips away the illusion he’s clung to for so long, leaving him bare before a truth he never wanted to face. His past. His mind. His very existence. Nothing is what he thought it was. And now, there is no going back.
inzi · 825 Views

The Reaper's Wicked Obsession

[Matured Content] In a world of gods and Faes. Isadora Skaldwood was born a Fae but of impure blood “mannfae” deemed an inferior creation of the olden gods. Yet at birth she was kissed by the goddess of life and blessed with the ability of a skin weaver, capable of healing any wound or affliction. Betrayed by her family, she's sold for gain, shipped across the world to a brothel, into the hands of a selfish businessman who exploited her abilities for years. Travelers come to this brothel not to lay with the rumored mannfae but to seek her abilities. But then everything changed when “He” appeared… Kraven Val Thrond, widely known as “The Reaper," a terrifying warrior feared by those who dared speak his name. Dangerously handsome, a presence identical to the god of death, silver eyes like the crescent moon—but a mind dipped in madness. Isadora despises him, not just for stealing her away, but for thrusting her into his world of blood and chaos. He’s insane! But that’s only the cherry on top, his obsession is wicked. But when he touches her, mix emotions and desires stirs, can a madman feel something? Of course not! He's more inclined to kill her than succumb to his desires. He has this "Thirst" and it triggers mostly toward her. Just a kiss is a clear invitation toward death and when he touches her... she might greet the god of death soon. Have the gods damned her again? They had thrown a Dark Fae toward her way who's obsessed with owning her soul. But in life, only a mate can claim another soul. ~ (Excerpt) "What do you even want from me?" Isadora asked, this time more desperate. "The answer to that question, love," he leaned more until their lips almost touched. "I really wish there was one," he murmured, before crashing his lips against hers. Sparks surged through her in waves, but she bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood. The action seemed to make him stop and she pushed away from him. Kraven licked his lips, amused and a maddening look in his eyes. "Go away!" she yelled at him, tears almost building in her eyes. Why was he making her feel this way? Hatred burned through her veins and yet torn between this was an undeniable pull. "I will, love.." he replied with a dangerous edge to his tone and an eerily glow to his silver eyes. "If you can outrun me, first..." he added, taking a step closer and she instinctively took one back. "Run, Isadora..." he growled, his voice raw and animalistic, like a beast on the verge of unleashing wrath. "...run!" ~ A/N: This is Dark Romance, don't expect a sweet ML! Extra Tags: #darkromance #slowburn #blood&gore #morallygreyML #medieval #warriors The cover is mine!
Dy_zamite · 102.1K Views

Soul-Link

Quincy Reigns was the kid nobody noticed—until the day he died. Bullied, overlooked, and dreaming of a life beyond the torment, Quincy’s only solace was his best friend, Drake, and his secret crush on Jade North, the most beautiful girl in school. So when Jade asked him on a date, Quincy couldn’t believe his luck. But luck had nothing to do with it. Jade and her friends weren’t interested in love—they were after power. Dark magic power. And Quincy was the perfect sacrifice. Betrayed and left for dead in an abandoned church, Quincy should have been gone forever. Instead, he was reborn. A mysterious force known only as the *Spawn System* chose him, granting him unimaginable powers: the ability to manipulate shadows, summon weapons from the void, and command forces beyond human comprehension. But this gift came with a price. Quincy was no longer just a boy—he was a weapon, a wildcard in an ancient war between demons, angels, and everything in between. Now, Quincy must navigate a treacherous world of witches, archangels, and mythical creatures, all while uncovering the truth behind his transformation. Why was he chosen? What is the Spawn System hiding? And can he trust anyone—including himself—when the line between hero and monster begins to blur? As Quincy hunts for answers, he’ll face the ultimate choice: seek revenge on those who betrayed him, or rise above his pain to become something greater. But in a world where power corrupts and shadows whisper, survival might cost him his humanity.
Her_Sun · 1.5K Views

The Reaper's Bride

According to myths, two people were connected by the red thread of fate. They were destined to meet regardless of time, place and circumstances. They say the Gods tied an invisible red string around the little finger of those who were soulmates and will one day marry each other. The thread may be stretched, twisted or knotted but it will never be broken. *********************************************** Death. A word that terrifies humans. The absence of life, an inevitable universal process that occurs in all living things. For Crystal Myers, his death was just around the corner. She was diagnosed with a congenital heart disease when she was a kid. Although her family was wealthy, the doctors said it cannot be cured even with surgery. Although she was a weird university graduate who had a doctorate degree in mythological studies and was obsessed with beliefs, legends, and unworldly beings, she just wanted to live her life to the fullest and was just waiting for her death. But everything changed when she met Dr. Allistair Cohen, a renowned Cardiothoracic Surgeon. He promised to cure her and that she could live a normal life again but in exchange, she had to marry him. She was hesitant, of course. But a new life with a stranger wasn't a bad idea to move on from Brad. EXCERPT: “Why am I still alive? And where am I?” “You’re in my house.” It was a man's voice, but because of the darkness invading the room, she couldn’t see who it was. “I died. My heart stopped beating. How am I alive?” She asked again. “I saved you. It was forbidden, but I had to.” The shadow shown by the moonlight confirmed that the voice was coming from the couch just a few steps away from the bed. “You saved me? How?” The figure stood up and slowly walked toward the light. Her eyes bawled seeing a hooded black skeleton holding a scythe in front of her. “Y-You’re the grim reaper!” She exclaimed. “So you know about me. I am Erebus, son of the Goddess of Death Mist, Achlys. I am here to collect your soul.” She thought it was just a dream, but looking at her husband, she realized that he was not just a regular doctor. Could she continue her life with the man who had a dark secret? Could she control her heart every time he touched her? Would she continue being his wife if she found out that she was being deceived? ************************************* Book cover is not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.
Pochette · 1K Views
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