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Naruto Godlike Soul Reaper

The Merciful Reaper

In a world where shadows hunger for souls and gods play chess with mortal lives, an orphan thief holds a destiny that could shatter the heavens—or doom them all. When Dunce, a street urchin with hands swift enough to steal bread but too tender to kill, is snatched from the filthy alleys by the alchemist Gorith, he believes his fate is sealed. Gorith seeks to forge a god-slaying weapon, and Aidan’s pure heart is the final ingredient. But destiny intervenes when Aidan frees Hades Vincent, the continent’s most feared assassin, from his prison of enchanted ice. Grieving and vengeful, Vesper drags Aidan to a desolate mountain fortress. There, under the assassin’s merciless tutelage, Aidan is sculpted into a weapon of shadows. He learns to dance with daggers, to melt into darkness, to sever a life between heartbeats. Yet within his blood whispers a stubborn kindness—a light that refuses to be extinguished. This paradox torments Vesper: "Can a blade forged in hell cut a path to heaven?" As Aidan journeys toward vengeance, he gathers broken souls like shattered mirrors reflecting his own fractured truth: Mystic Moon, the cardinal’s daughter who wields divine magic like a secret rebellion; Rock, the stone-skinned warrior shielding a gentle spirit; and Stella, an elven princess whose songs soothe the ghosts haunting him. Together, they face necropolises choked with undead abominations, traverse forests where trees whisper lies, and duel bishops corrupted by a hidden god. But Aidan’s true battle rages within. When The Divine King unveils his birthright—"You are Mandos, the Death Incarnate. My blood and Vesper’s, conceived to end an eternal war"—Aidan’s world fractures. To embrace his power as Mandos could save a dying cosmos. Yet it would demand the sacrifice of those he loves, and the erasure of the boy who wept over a stolen loaf of bread.
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Scarlet Soul

In the rain-soaked shadows of Nocturne City, where vampires and werewolves wage eternal war under neon lights, Nyx prowls as a lone bounty hunter. An enigma with olive skin, raven-black hair, and silver-grey eyes that pierce the darkness, she hides her ethereal beauty behind a crimson chiffon scarf and hooded leather jacket. Her lithe frame belies a lethal strength, her callused hands wielding a dagger infused with unstable blood magic. Nyx is no ordinary half-vampire—she can daywalk, a rare gift that marks her as something more. Unbeknownst to her, the scarf pulses with her mother’s essence, a supreme vampire-witch from a massacred royal bloodline, while a gold signet ring on a leather cord holds the key to her heritage. Haunted by an unguided power and raised by Selene, a centuries-old witch disguised as a spunky bartender with raven curls and emerald eyes, Nyx survives on wits and bounties. Selene, bound by a debt to Nyx’s family, loves her like a daughter but guards secrets that could unravel everything. Enter Cale, a rogue werewolf alpha built like a brick shithouse with bronze skin, medium-length wavy chestnut hair, and amber eyes that burn like molten bronze. His silver-grey tattoo—a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s claw—and matte tungsten rune ring hint at his ancient dynasty and black-market empire. Uber-wealthy and a notorious player, Cale has never felt the cosmic pull that strikes him upon meeting Nyx. It’s an unbelievable, new sensation—a thrumming energy that stirs arousal and destiny, drawing him inexorably closer. He’s born for her, she for him, fated equals destined to rule Nocturne. When Council enforcers—wraithkin horrors—attack The Moon’s Fang, Nyx and Cale’s paths collide in a storm of magic and claws. As Nyx unleashes her power, defying Cale’s protective instincts, he witnesses her fierce independence. She doesn’t need rescuing; she needs her match. But the pull between them, unacknowledged yet exciting, awakens her full potential, threatening to expose her royal blood and ignite a war. Together, they must navigate betrayal, forbidden alliances, and an ancient prophecy, forging a bond that could shatter the city—or claim it as their own.
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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 · 211.8K Views
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