Black Reaper Kaneki Novels & Stories

Though the word seems normal but somehow it forced Isekai to a stop, his father really does not seem to be having that a bad time but that wasn't the reason Isekai stop, he stopped because he noticed the word our father and also the pressure he felt and can't help turning to look at who has such a power that even the pressure from his words can make him stop. "what are you?" Isekai asked, as he can't help feeling the more pressure that seems to be placed on him immediately he saw the guy oozing out black fog, the guy was quite like the Greek version of Grim reaper with the only difference being that he has a human face that seems to always be trying to be noticed from behind the fog. "I am

I shot another arrow and killed another person. “Who are you?” The big brute asked. “I am Senju Yukina. How dare you tarnish my family’s name?” I shot another arrow. One of the guys, who was holding the rope that was tied to Sora, was wearing a helmet. He must be the leader. “Kill her.” A group of 3 came towards me but I shot all of them with 3 arrows consecutively. Each one aimed at the head. I pointed the arrow at the leader and fired. It hit his shoulder.

I took a deep breath as his gaze sent chills down my spine, forcing myself not to meet his eyes with my own. I had to remind myself who he really was. He was the Reaper, the man who killed his whole family, the man who could kill with his bare hands. I had to remember that, I couldn’t let myself see him as handsome…even if I couldn’t deny that he certainly was. I pulled out a chair on my end of the table, as far away from Kael as possible. Before I could sit, I heard a low growl coming from Kael, making me snap my eyes back to his face.

If Kieran thinks I'm going to discuss such topics with him, he's so bloody wrong. Kieran laughs as he undresses in front of me. Thankfully, he doesn't take off his boxers, so he's not completely naked. The vampire walks to the side of my bed and sits down. I gulp and watch him. Kieran's hand reaches for my top, and he slowly pulls down the zipper to expose my black bra. My eyes are so focused on his face that a nuclear war could rage outside this mansion, and I wouldn't notice anything but him. He runs the tip of his finger over my breasts and down to my belt.

Of course, Kenji would send Inoue. "Great. I’m pleased doing business with you." "My pleasure," Kenji answered flatly and ended the call. Kenji sighed, feeling a little more relieved. His father would then lower his guard even further. *Shinigami: Grim reaper or death spirit, according to Japanese belief.a

Now that she was right in front of him, walking toward his car, he felt his body react in a way that was dangerous. Kane inhaled sharply. She was small. Petite in height, but fucking curvy. Her black jeans hugged her thighs and ass in a way that made his grip on the steering wheel tighten. The black turtleneck she wore was tucked in neatly, accentuating her waist. And that damn hair—fiery red waves spilling from her loose bun, falling around her face like a halo. The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly.

His smile widens and accepts it. “You’re too young in this kind of job. You’ll still have many things to learn. Nice to meet you too, Miko. You can call me JD-hyung.” He said as we shake hands. Then he looked at Aikon-hyung. He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.”

Silas watched me and then followed me curiously. "So you're really a grim reaper?" He asked with interest. "Oh yeah!" I told him and looked at him. "I got kicked out though and stole these from a reaper," I pointed to the glasses. "Without these all reapers can't see." He looked at them with interest. "Really?" He asked and then laughed. "So like Black Butler?" "Yeah," I told him and looked at him. "Very much like Black Butler, except we actually have scythes and blades instead of lawn mowers and other outside equipment for a lawn." He laughed and then smiled hugely.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage of ceramic armor and silk. ​Malakai didn't hesitate. He was a man transformed, his movements possessing a terrifying, lethal fluidity. He didn't look like a lover anymore; he looked like the reaper the Council had spent a decade trying to tame. He grabbed a second submachine gun from the wall rack and checked the chamber with a metallic clack that sounded like a death knell.