Blade 2 Reaper Novels & Stories

—a weapon forged from the concentrated light of the Great-Attractor. ​The Reapers lunged. Kaelen moved like a blur, his bronze-lines flaring with a golden heat that melted the brass gears under his feet. Every strike of his blade didn't just cut metal; it released a burst of "Stolen-Time." A Reaper would shatter, and suddenly, the sound of a song or the smell of a forgotten summer would fill the air.

“This one needs to be stitched. It’s deep. It’s bleeding.” They were all bleeding, but he agreed with that assessment. He threw on some iodine and threaded the needle for his son. Blake had put on a brave face so far, but when he had to slick that needle in and out of his father’s skin to do up the nasty gashes the best he could, his hands shook. There were other spots that were leaking, puddling on the floor. He must have left a trail to the house. Were there some wondering if their alpha would live to see morning? Were they already picking out a new leader? They’d be disappointed that he didn’t die. Come morning, he’d be a different man.

When I woke up again, I found myself lying on the couch at home, still terrified from my experience. Liam came out of the kitchen with a slice of cake, making me jolt in shock. To my surprise, I found that the stab wounds all over my body had disappeared. I wasn't in pain, either. It was as if nothing had ever happened.

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.

But I never expected the next update to reveal he had swallowed nine packs whole while I looked the other way. I paced the length of the table, boots thudding softly against the stone floor. “How is this possible? He had no name, no significant army when this started.” Elder Mira leaned forward, her voice steady but grave. “He has both now. Rogues have flocked to his banner, and the packs he conquers either bend the knee or break completely. He strikes at night with ruthless precision and offers defeated Elders a stark choice, loyalty or death. The ninth pack he claimed sits right on our border, Declan. The Night Reaper, as he is now called, could turn his eyes toward your five territories n

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.

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.

I forced myself to say. "It doesn't matter, Reis. As a matter of fact, she's on my side now, and she's going to help me execute my plan. And there's nothing you can do about it." He smirked and leaned back in his chair before snapping his fingers. Some men approached with a tray. Resting on it was a blade emitting a glowing green light. "Let me introduce you to the Blade of Poison," Cillian began. "I'm sure you can sense the lethal energy radiating from this blade. We've spent years designing it to kill usurpers like yourself."