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Ichigo Only Male Soul Reaper

Soul Hunting

"Breakfast is ready, honey!" —— One second before my "wife" killed me. Alex Foster thought he was just an ordinary salesman at Oak Academy, until he was killed countless times by his "wife". "What are the benefits of being killed? At least I know how many ways a human can die, and I don't have to worry about marriage problems anymore." Every time he was resurrected, Alex found himself with a creepy "ability" — he could see Specters that ordinary people couldn't perceive. These were supernatural beings lurking on the fringes of human society, with distorted forms. "Doctor, your scalpel is quite shiny. By the way, a normal person's arm shouldn't bend like a spider's leg." When Alex discovered that Oak Academy, where he worked, overlapped in space with an ancient mental hospital, he was drawn into a conspiracy beyond his imagination. His colleagues disappeared one after another, and he could see those terrifying beings in charge of the "clean - up work". "Sarah Bennett has a great figure. So, judging by her amount of flesh, it will take the Specter at least three minutes to eat her. Don't worry, we still have time to escape." "Alex! What the hell are you talking about?!" Now, Alex has to navigate among the FBI's Paranormal Investigation Department, the Church of Light, and the mysterious Ace Society, looking for a way to become a Soul Hunter. After all, he has an unfinished task — to make the "wife" who killed him eighteen times taste the same pain. "In this world, not being able to see is actually a blessing. Unfortunately, I've seen too much."
Pernille_Svendsen · 1K 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 · 86.2K Views

The Reaper's Affection

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 Erebus, the eldest son of Achlys, the Goddess of Death Mist. He served as his mother's soul collector or most commonly known as the grim reaper. He was supposed to collect Crystal Myers’ soul, but he failed. “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 was supposed to be dead, but was spared by him. He couldn’t take her soul because he was physically attracted to her, craving for her scent. Instead, he offered her a deal and she signed a contract with him, bound by blood, unbound by death. Could she continue her life with him and not fall in love? Could she control her heart every time he touched her? ************************************* Book cover is not mine. Credit to the rightful owner.
Pochette · 339 Views

FRACTURED SOUL

Fractured Soul --- I was just five years old when they took me—stolen from everything I knew and thrown into a nightmare I couldn’t escape. For years, I was locked away in The Underground, where survival meant enduring horrors no child should ever face. But I survived. I didn’t break. And then, finally, I was rescued. Now, I’m thrown into the world above—a world I don’t understand. I’ve known magic exists, I’ve seen monsters, and I’ve fought them everyday of my life. Physically and mentally. But the Fae? That’s a whole different thing. I never knew about them, and now they’re everywhere and I'm one of them? They have their own rules, their own powers, and suddenly, I’m stuck in the middle of it all, trying to make sense of something I was never prepared for. I don’t know how to act around these people. They talk like they know things I don’t, and I feel out of place in this new world—like I don’t belong. And my naivety? Yeah, it’s there. I didn’t grow up with the world outside The Underground. I’ve spent my life surviving, not learning how to live. Everything is so different, and it’s terrifying. Every day, I’m bombarded with new information, new magic, new people—people with powers I don’t understand and a history I wasn’t taught. But there’s something else. Something deeper. I'm struggling with finding my place, and yet everything I do keeps pointing out that I might be the one in some resurfaced ancient prophecy. Now, I'm trying to avoid the rulers of the courts and their schemes–especially Eirlys, the King of the Winter Court. As I try to learn how to survive here, I’m also trying to figure out who I’m supposed to be in a world that seems to have its own agenda for me. The truth is, I’m not just scared of what I don’t understand—I’m scared of what I might become. There are people who fear me, others who want to use me, and a bloodline that could drag me back to the darkness I barely escaped. In Fractured Soul, I have to fight for my place in this new world. I’ll have to navigate my own ignorance, face the power inside me, and decide who I really am. But when the shadows of my past come calling, will I have the strength to stand, or will they pull me back into the dark? ---
Crystal_J_Tife · 8.1K Views

The Crimson Reaper

Luciel Ashford was a powerful vampire hunter who fought for humanity's survival in a dystopian world that was being overrun by supernatural creatures. After being sent on a simple mission to eradicate a vampire nest that appeared near one of the human colonies, no one expected one of the most powerful beings to appear - the vampire king, Alukah. In a big showdown that was thought to be the start of a new era, Luciel faced off against Alukah. He won the battle but at a price. That night marked the fall of humanity's hero. Turned into a vampire, discriminated and hunted by the humans he fought for, he is going to answer their call for help once more to protect the people he cares about. Torn between the two worlds, he is going to climb back to the top, forging his own path while still trying to keep his morals intact. "Well, I have a message for you, god. Screw you!!!" _______________ !!!WARNING!!! For those who came for the system, you can expect it to see after ch80. Reason being is that the focus is more on cultivation. The system is just a tool for better understanding of the story that's about to come! _______________ Update schedule: • 9 am UTC +2 (currently not active, they are random until I stabilize my stock again) • 1-2 chapters per day • Uploading between 1500-3000 words daily! _______________ Mass release milestones: • 50/150/500 power stones = 2/4/10 chapters • 10/50/150 golden tickets = 3/5/10 chapters • Castle/Spacecraft/Gachapon = 5/10/15 chapters _______________ DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. It is not intended to be offensive towards any kind of people, group, religion, culture, country, etc. Any possible resemblance in the book to other people or other pieces of work is a pure coincidence. The novel is written using only my imagination.
Zexeli · 121K Views

The Role of the Reaper

Shin Asakura is an ordinary high school student, known for his quiet demeanor and unremarkable appearance. By day, he’s just another face in the crowd, blending into the shadows of his prestigious academy. But by night, he’s something else entirely—an enigmatic figure who revels in crafting the most elaborate, dangerous personas for his personal amusement. His current alter ego? Abyss Reaper, a shadowy mastermind who plays the role of a villain in his own twisted game. However, Shin’s life takes an unexpected turn when, after an intense gaming session, he finds himself suddenly transported to a world that mirrors the very fantasy game he’s been playing. Now trapped in this new reality, Shin, armed with nothing but his wits and the persona of Abyss Reaper, must navigate a land of magic, danger, and intrigue, all while pretending that his delusions of grandeur are nothing more than reality. With his striking appearance—silver hair on one side and black on the other, pale skin, and eerie, mismatched eyes—Shin is forced to confront the harsh truth: he is no longer just playing a game. The world he’s in is real, and the consequences of his actions are far more dire than he ever imagined. Now, as The Reaper, he’ll need to weave his delusions into a legend, manipulating allies and enemies alike. Will his newfound powers be enough to survive, or will his ambition be his downfall? Only time will tell if the role he’s playing will be his salvation—or his undoing.
PrabatSubba · 19.5K Views
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