Black Reaper Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

The hiss of the draining pod was the loudest sound Sela had ever heard. It filled the small, cold room, drowning out the frantic beat of her own heart. The clear liquid swirled down, revealing the body of the Reaper inch by inch. He was tall, with short-cropped hair and a face that was all sharp angles, even in sleep. He wore the simple grey tunic and trousers of the Citadel, now plastered to his skin by the fluid. His eyelids fluttered.

I don’t doubt that it would stir panic if the second and third demon princes were seen in public. As for Gorshe, he is more useful. With his black flames, he could easily kill and drive away the flies in any location. Unfortunately, there’s only one of them, and he could not easily transport himself from one place to another. At night, it is my turn to help as the Dark Reaper. “Is Belphegor back yet?” I just got back in my room and asked when I felt Mammon and Leviathan returning. Immediately as I closed the door, the two demon princes appeared.

Ashley refused to come down, "You just didn't see it!" "What, you saw it?" Morgan Blackstorm lowered his head and looked at the woman in his arms, but it was too dark around him, he only saw a pair of bright eyes, she blinked, and the long eyelashes were like a small fan. Because they were so close, the long eyelashes just brushed his face like that, and he just felt itchy on his face and heart. "I..." In the middle of speaking, Ashley suddenly stopped, she was a person who died once and was reborn again, and the soul travel really happened to her. But, can she tell Morgan Blackstorm this?

She stirred but didn’t wake. I went into the garage and pressed the hidden switch near the wall, and a section of the floor slid aside, revealing the stairwell to the hideout below. My old colors were there, a black leather jacket with the reaper’s emblem stitched on the back, and I pulled them on piece by piece with the boots, the gloves and the cut. The man staring back at me in the mirror wasn’t the man Serena kissed goodnight; he was the Reaper of the Hellfangs MC, and tonight, he had work to do.

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.

"Senna, did you think getting a second life meant you could do whatever you wanted? Too bad. This time around, I came back too." Her pupils shrank. The color in her face faded completely. "You... You were reborn too?" I did not answer. I just looked at her. Maggie rested a hand on my shoulder. Her voice was gentle, but the weight behind it was unmistakable. "Gage, the police are already downstairs. What do you want to do to her?" I looked at Senna's face, the same face I had once been obsessed with. Now, all I felt was revulsion. "Whatever she did to me and my father in the last life, I want it paid back a hundred times over."

"They’re coordinated. The Russians have provided satellite overwatch. They know exactly where we are." We burst into the hallway. The air was thick with the smell of cordite and blood. I saw the first of the Reapers—men who had been twisted by a raw, unstable version of the Rose. Their skin was grey, their eyes weeping a dark, viscous fluid. They didn't feel pain. They didn't feel fear. They only knew the hunger for the Catalyst.

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”

He lowers himself and whispers something in Octavius's ear. As their somewhat silent discussion continues, the darker man growls like a beast and straightens his posture. The two elites' eyes resemble the colour of blood- the men fed hours ago, making themselves dangerous to be around. "So, this is the fucker?" The darker man snarls as he points a finger at me. I'm not sure what I've done, at least to him, but at this point, anyone can cut the tension in my office using a dull knife.

I looked between his eyes, watching the black flicker to brown in and out until his beast won, the black consuming the orbs entirely, leaving no white. “You… the gods cursed you? You’re not D…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t Death? He wasn’t a God? It all sounded so ridiculous now that I was about to vocalize it to his face. “I may not be a mortal, but I’m not a God.” He chuckled darkly. “Then what are you?” I asked, terrified to hear the answer. “A reaper.” He whispered, and my blood turned to ice.