Black Reaper Kaneki Novels & Stories

She doesn't blame them for that but this could get them killed with their pack mates. The creatures lunge at her, and she leaps into the air, turning in mid-air, and slashes their spinal cord with a single blow of her sharp dagger. As she jumped and ran through them, they fell limp one by one to the cold ground. She slashed the creatures one by one until her path was clear, at which point she rushed to Malcolm, tilting her head. Malcolm cast a glance to her right, and she followed his gaze. Her eyes widened as she noticed five creatures circling Aiden's beast, all ready to attack him at the same time. Malcolm smirked devilishly at her, and her eyes hardened. As the creatures circled him like

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

I looked at the couple and rolled my eyes. "He's a reaper and has no feelings. Reapers are neutral, even being a plain ol human I know that much," I mumbled simply at the open mouthed pair. Mizette wrapped her arm around my neck and pulled me closer. "Honey, I believe that Deagon is your soulmate and it's freaking out both boys because you're a human and able to see us and not die like a normal person would," she whispered softly to me and I looked over at the black haired reaper in a deep conversation with his male friend.

Our youngest, little Dante — named after the inferno we had walked through — toddled between us, oblivious to the stakes but sensing the tension. This was the night the compulsion was supposed to activate. The night The Eclipse had promised our children would turn on us and walk willingly into their shadow empire. We had come to end it where it began. Damien stood at my side, the Reaper in full armor — black tactical gear, guns holstered, knives ready. His hand never left the small of my back, possessive even now. “If they come, we finish this,” he said, voice low and lethal. “No mercy.”

Kaen came near me and noticed that I was watching his brother. "He's an introverted Reaper, he's wearing eyeliner encase you couldn't tell and he also likes to cut himself and watch it heal. Sometimes he cuts too deeply and he passes out from blood loss momentarily, but always comes back healed," he told me frankly and I furrowed my brow. "What happened to the two of you," I asked cautiously, not sure if he'd share. It was odd for Reapers to get mixed up with the human world.

Then human again. Kiyomi crawled toward him. Hayate held her back. “You are still bleeding.” “So is he.” The archive doors burst open. Cold night air rushed in. Outside, the blood moon filled the sky. The echoes of my past lives stood across the cliffs, silent beneath it. Raiken’s eyes opened. Not white. Black. He looked straight at me. “Ayame.” I moved. Shigure caught my arm. Raiken’s fingers carved grooves into the stone. “Stay back.”

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, her nipples faintly visible in the cool air. The crowd’s energy surged as the next fighter entered the ring. Riven Kane. They called him the Reaper—six-foot-five of corded muscle, scarred knuckles, and cold, emerald-green eyes that had ended more careers than most men had hot meals. His bare chest gleamed under the lights, intricate tattoos of ravens and thorns snaking over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved like a predator, calm and lethal, ignoring the cheers as if they were background noise.

Victoria fell to the ground and Benard stepped forward, pressing her head harder against the floor with his shoe. “You think I would let you slap me? Ha! You fool. You bitch.” he felt her struggle beneath him and at the same time he felt a strange thrill at the thought of killing her. Victoria closed her eyes. The desire for revenge burned in her chest, but the poison in her body and the deep cut on her stomach left her with no strength to act on it. Darkness slowly surrounded her and little by little her body began to go numb. “One day... I will find a way to take revenge on all of you. Even if I have to return as a ghost and haunt you in the darkness.” she whispered, only to hear his vicio

He simply lifts one hand— —and Riker collapsed as if pulled by invisible wires. Not killed. Not unconscious. Pinned. Like a bug under a thumb. Elias watched carefully. “That’s not supernatural. It’s tech. Adrastus-grade.” Julius muttered, “You say that as if it makes it less terrifying…” Sheraphina’s voice trembled as she speaks to the man. “Don’t kill him.” Everyone froze. Even the warehouse seemed to blink in confusion. Sheraphina stepped forward, placing herself between the assassin and the captive criminal.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.