Black Reaper Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

Ayira to become a reaper or not I scrunched my mouth and wiggled my cheeks against the hard surface under my face. I blinked my eyes and looked up and my mouth dropped open. I lifted my head and looked down at Grim. God he was beautiful. His black eyelashes were fanned across his high cheekbones. I squinted my eyes. Reapers don't sleep, I remembered. I looked down at his bare chest and swallowed seeing his ink work. Hot damn, he's covered with beautifully done tattoos. I used my index finger to trace one and hear the deep rumble of his laughter building up. I chuckled softly and looked up at his green eyes glowing brightly at me.

The reflection rippled like liquid, and for an instant she felt warmth — the living kind, sun-on-skin warmth. Then the image shattered. A piece of glass sliced her palm. The wound glowed faintly instead of bleeding. Behind her, a whisper stirred. “Curious little ghost.” Avery turned sharply. Another reaper stood at the edge of the grove, taller than the others she’d seen, his presence heavier, his armor black as the void between stars. His eyes burned silver — not unlike Kael’s, but colder. “Who are you?” Avery demanded. He smiled thinly. “Once, they called me Oren. Now, I am what remains when the Council forgets its own dead.”

Slashed deep into the skin beside the dead boy's mouth was a crude, jagged symbol. My throat went entirely dry. A gang did this? "The Black Reapers are ruthless," someone else murmured. "It's insane. I heard their leader actually goes to school here. Riven Rykerthrone." I closed my eyes, the world tilting beneath my feet. I was so incredibly screwed.

or maybe a vampire. I stepped back and my eyes widened when I saw his face. He was dressed all in black and had very black eyes as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. Black surrounds his eyes like eye bags. There was blood in his mouth and I knew it was fresh blood. His fangs are sharp and his claws are also long and sharp. I'm nervous but I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid because I have nothing to fear and I'm nervous because I know that I'm in danger but I'll fight even though I know I won't win against a being more powerful than me.

I shivered and it was the first time, I wondered if I was going to go on with this arrangement. I looked at Princess Lyra, she was shaking as well, and her face looked displeased. I looked at her wrist and saw a faint line there. I gasped, it was the same line that had appeared on my wrist last night. I hated it because I knew what that meant. " Go ahead" he stretched out a knife and handed it to me. I took it and cut myself, the blood on my palm was visible and I had to hold my hands still so the blood drops into the sacred bowl.

Now I knew where the worst Youtubers had learned all their stupid clichés. The four ghost hunters looked like one of the rock bands Mom listened to, all of them wearing black from head to toe, and a hot macho frontman: Brandon Price, creator, executive producer and lead investigator of the show. Anything else in your spare time, dear? But no matter their looks, they actually behaved like teens on spring break.

A black fog slithered across the earth, swallowing everything into nothing. And above her— A figure. Tall, twisted, made of smoke so thick it dripped like tar. Its body pulsed faintly with crimson light. Its face was featureless, except for two burning eyes the color of blood. A dagger glimmered in its hand, black steel that seemed to drink the light. Rhea scrambled backward, nails clawing into the wet ground, her heartbeat thundering in her skull. Blink— The forest again. Alder’s form clear, stalking toward her, claws raised.

Still, there was a subtle sound echoing from the direction of the cavern just as my tears were about to fall, and the merpeople all lowered their heads worshipfully towards it. Then, I heard a quiet but heart-stopping cry from the cavern. I couldn’t help flinching because it was very familiar—I had heard that cry before, and hence looked up at the cavern to find a merman appearing outside. Under the moonlight, I could make out his robust figure and his jet-black hair that was spread loosely over the water like seaweed, though I couldn’t make out anything specific from his face. His black tail was slowly surfacing and it glinted with a killing edge. Even his scales had a blade-like silver gli

There, four huge men dressed entirely in black waited like statues. They took me without a word, bundling me into a black SUV. The drive felt endless, the forest blurring past until we pulled up at a sprawling packhouse that looked imposing. They led me inside, through echoing halls, and finally into a vast living room. A tall man rose from a leather couch. He was over six feet, easily taller than Declan’s six-three frame, with dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a muscular body that made him far more handsome than Declan had ever been. But the aura rolling off him was darker and deadlier than anything I had felt from even the strongest Alpha and my knees gave out instantly. I dropped to the

He dangled ninety stories above the street. "Hold on!" I screamed. The Reaper recovered. He pulled a knife. He lunged at me. I rolled onto my back. I caught his wrist. He was strong. Genetically enhanced. He pushed the knife toward my throat. I looked into his masked face. I saw zero emotion. "Die," he whispered. Suddenly a black shadow fell over us. Kael had fought through the paralysis. He lunged. His jaws clamped around the Reaper’s head. There was a sickening crunch.