Blade 2 Reaper Novels & Stories

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

He grew taller and taller, feet sinking into the sand until they became roots rushing toward the World Tree. Marcus—the Scarecrow—roared. A wave of green energy shot from the shore and slammed into the golden blade above. The blade froze in the sky, buzzing and trembling with a sound that shattered village windows. "He’s holding it back!" the Auditor whispered, shielding his eyes. But the Reaper wasn’t just that blade. From its shadow, thousands of golden insects poured down, each the size of a car. Their legs looked razor-sharp, made for cutting, and they swarmed toward the village, wings grinding like machinery.

Lucian’s voice remained calm. “Not against a Reaper.” The creature slowly turned its head. Its empty black eyes locked onto Ethan. Ethan felt the strange power inside him react violently. The ancient voice whispered again. Enemy. The Reaper stepped forward. Raven immediately jumped between it and Ethan, her blue blade igniting again. “Stay back!” she shouted. The Reaper didn’t slow down. Raven attacked. Her glowing blade sliced through the air with incredible speed. But the Reaper simply raised its arm. CLANG.

Smoke and debris filled the air as a figure came down through the hole, landing in a tactical crouch with weapons already drawn. It was Blade, followed by three more Reapers that Velia didn't recognize. "Sorry we're late. Traffic was terrible, " Blade announced and opened fire on the startled guards. Chaos erupted in the room. The Reapers engaged Rosario's forces while the original pack members dove for cover. And in the confusion, Velia saw her chance. She ran toward the platform where Venom was chained, dodging bullets and falling debris. A guard tried to intercept her, but Hardin appeared from nowhere and tackled the man to the ground.

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.

The reapers extended its finger apart with its plam facing the floor. In less than a minut, several jagged pillars ruby quarts sported infront of us. “Red, what are you doing?,” Daryl asked Adrian. “That wasn’t me,” “Up here Baldy,” The reaper smiled. “And that’s not all,” The android took his other hand, surging it with xenon energy similar to Daryl, and slashed a crescent shape wave destroying part of the pillars. “That reaper has our power,” Rick said. “Bingo Primal,”

Haris was taken aback when he saw Adrian's attack. He had a deep impression of the Inferno Purgatory. It was this move that told him that Adrian’s weapons were top-notch treasures. As someone from Blade's Reach, Haris had been around weapons since childhood, particularly swords. Adrian's Divine Frost Slayer Blade was the most enigmatic weapon he had ever encountered. It seemed to possess a consciousness of its own, making it extraordinarily mysterious. As for the Hellblade, he deduced from his clashes with Adrian that it was an exceptionally rare and valuable weapon.

I then stood up as I felt that his healing power was slow. I grabbed the reaper's blade again and put the blade on his throat. He started laughing hysterically as he saw the blade. "You can not scare me with these toys, Eve. I had seen these centuries ago. They can not hurt me." He said with a satisfied smile on his face. I gritted my teeth and knelt down on the ground. I pulled out the dagger of Eve from my cape and he went all pale. I cut his left hand with the dagger and he screamed loudly in pain.

He rolls, pinning Markos’s arm with his knee. I see the glint of steel. A knife. Long. Serrated. The Reaper raises it, aiming for Markos’s throat. Markos is struggling, using his free hand to grapple, but the angle is wrong. He can't stop it. "Thalia!" Markos chokes out. Time stops. The world narrows down to a single point. The blade. The neck. The gun in my hand. I’m kneeling behind the cot. My elbows are braced on the metal frame.