Blade 2 Reaper Novels & Stories

Black handle, black blade, and engraved along the spine, clean and precise, S. I hold it up and examine it. "This is my name," I say. He stares at me. "This is literally my name. It says S. S for Sadism. I'm the Grim Reaper." I turn the blade in the light. "This is clearly mine. Where's the phone?" "My brother has it." Through his teeth. "He took it. I don't have it. Stop. Touching." Each word arriving separately, with effort. "My. Tail." He makes a sound that is half fury and half something he's trying to keep below the surface, and his tail catches my wrist on the backswing.

Their blank, mirrored helmets showed the terrified faces of Liora's family reflected back at them. The lead Reaper raised its rod again, the crystal humming with a higher pitch as it aimed directly at Liora. This was it. They were going to be turned into grey, emotionless statues. A permanent exhibit in this museum of apathy. Ronan roared and charged, his axe raised. He was a storm of color and noise and feeling, a perfect target. The Reaper didn't even flinch. It simply shifted its aim and fired. The grey beam caught Ronan square in the chest.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

Zephyr looked at his hands and saw blood making his face contort in worry. "What weapon did she use in inflicting this on you?" Lucian asked, dead serious. Zephyr went to his table and brought out the silver dagger that Bellona had used on him. On seeing it, Lucian gasped. "A silver dagger?" He then carefully took the dagger from Zephyr and examined it. "It was enchanted by a powerful sorceress to kill werewolves especially Alpha's like yourself." At that moment, Zephyr experienced a wave of dizziness and he staggered slightly making him lean on the wall for support.

Deep down I expected rejection, perhaps even contemptuous silence. The reply arrived at dawn two days later, carried by a lone rider dressed in black with no banner or insignia. I tore open the envelope in the dim light of the study, heart hammering against my ribs as I scanned the lines. According to the letter, the Night Reaper had agreed to the alliance but only on one condition. “Your former Luna, Maya, will be given to me as my wife. Only then will the alliance stand.” I read aloud for the tenth time as I sank slowly into the chair behind my desk, the letter crumpling slightly in my tightening fist.

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

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.

The Reaper replied with an impassive face. He was solely focused on seeking revenge against Caspian. Despite kidnapping Willow, he hadn't harmed her. This made Caspian admire him. "You've achieved your goal. What's next?" Caspian asked The Reaper coldly. With a swish, The Reaper drew a sharp longsword from his back. The sword's glint shimmered under the moonlight. "Let's settle things between us today!" His gaze was firm as he gripped the sword. "This is pointless. You're not my match. Why would you choose this path to your demise? Is Leonardo truly worth it for you to sacrifice your life?" Caspian questioned calmly.

He threw as many horizontal wind blades as he could, cutting up his hands in the process. Most of the blades didn't even reach Cytus before disappearing, but a few managed to cut into his back. He quickly turned and shot Sabu through the center of his chest. The cuts in his back reminded him of the real threat he needed to deal with. 'Rip the new lesser apart later, after you kill his guardians.' Cytus readied another bolt of electricity and fired it at Peter. A thin stone wall rose up and absorbed the shot, which lead to Cytus switching targets once again.