Black Reaper Kaneki Novels & Stories

“I only knew it never died on me when I opened my eyes in the dream realm.” He nodded once, the movement slow and deliberate, like a verdict forming in the quiet. “Then prove it belongs where you say it does.” And without warning, the first Reaper struck. His weapon wasn’t forged—it was summoned, pulled from the void like judgment shaped into form. A black blade, jagged and humming with curses older than memory, appeared in his hand, and he came for me—not to kill, but to test, to see if I was what I claimed to be.

The bone man followed my lead, exploring the world through my eyes. He looked at the lines on my hands, the swell of my breasts and legs. The sinews and tendons fascinated him. We walked barefoot together. He tasted the air with my lips. I've missed my heart, you know. His bones rattled, aching for life. The black shroud wrapped round us, and he formed himself from the wind. Will you dance with me? said the Reaper. “What are you?” I asked. Your companion. He looked at my hands, now his. They were bare bones. Maiden, you will never be rid of me.

Fuck you, Ryan," I muttered. With resentment running in my capillaries, I dipped at him. However, he stopped my attack with his palm, held my fist then twisted my hand. Before I could make another move, he hit me on the chest with his leg, sending me a few meters backwards. Coughing out blood, I rose to my feet. I scrutinized him again but he is no longer on the spot. Surrounding us now are the reaper's soldiers, their bodies emitting black smoke. The black hood that is covering their face makes them look scary, copulating with how they are gritting their teeth together like a wolf. They had equine's soles instead of normal human limbs, long scarves like hijab, and a metal gauntlet in each h

I have heard that this is not a Gamma you want as an enemy. Lastly, Tenebris the Delta, sitting with his back to the door. Long, black hair, piercings in his eyebrows as well as his ears and lips. Basically a walking fucking Goth werewolf, but I wouldn’t fuck with him either way. Apparently, his claws contain poison dangerous to his own kind due to something in his blood. “Kai,” Ryker says when he spots us and walks over. “Thank you for having me.” “Thank you for coming,” my brother responds and shakes his hand. I watch as everyone stops what they’re doing when Kai calls for their attention.

She takes my hand and we walk back over to the podium. "We will now continue with the reaping. Announcer, please continue." I take my beautiful mate and lead her to our seats. I continue to hold her hand as we sit. She is shaking slightly so I continue to hold her hand. I rub soothing circles on her hand with my thumb and I feel her stiffen slightly before she relaxes. Cora remarkably remains calm and stoic. I have a feeling that she knows that she cannot show how she is feeling to those in the crowd so she mimics my behavior.

Alfi said. "Hmm, one of the Fatal 6, eh? Interesting." Pukan is getting excited. “Koji, Rian. I’m sorry...” Alfi said. Both of them nod. “PUKAN!” Alfi shouted. The black giant figure appears behind him. The color of his eyes is changing. The lens turn black and the pupils turn white. Alfi then laughs in a manic tone aloud. It shoots black needles to Koji and Rian” back turning them into what Alfi has become to with black Iru flying surrounding them. Koji unsheathes his greatsword which is cloaked in black flame, and Rian turns his arms into black thunder blades. The trio looks eerie and dreadful like the devil even though that they are just like the devil.

Their veins were brittle, and their internal organs were being consumed by a cold, lightless rot that mirrored the very scythes they carried. The ground suddenly groaned as a massive obsidian platform descended from the indigo cliffs. Standing at the center was a figure who looked like a dark mirror of my husband. He was taller than the other Reapers: his skin a translucent graphite black that pulsed with a sickly grey fire. This was Malakor: the Reaper King. He held a scythe of pure compressed void that hummed with a frequency so low it made my teeth ache.

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. "No, Nekane. I'm the Reaper Queen and a Death Goddess. I will not run and hide, I will fight and destroy my enemy," I decreed as I called my scythe and felt the black smoke roll across my flesh making a black cloak. I was a kick ass female reaper and Nekane nodded his head doing what I'd done. We were awesome together and I held his hand as we vanished to reap his brother.