Novel & Cerita Blade 2 Reaper

"Attention, Asset. You are protecting a biological hazard. Stand down, or we will deploy the defoliant." "I'm not an asset," Leo shouted back. His voice was amplified by the air pressure, booming like thunder. "And this isn't a hazard. It's a sanctuary." "It is a weed," Ironwood replied. "And we brought the Roundup." The armored harvesters the Reapers moved forward. Blades spun on their fronts massive, serrated discs designed to cut through the giant cornstalks. Nozzles on their sides began to spray a white mist.

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

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.

“Every member of our pack dedicated their souls to Fenrir. None of us care about going to Heaven, and we sure as buggery don’t want to go to Hell.” “I’m calling for backup.” The male reaper reached into his cloak. Raising my gun, I shot a needle into his sternum. Golden light flashed from his chest, and he disappeared. “What did you do to my boss?” The young reaper backed toward the door. I pointed the gun at her. “Are you going to give us any trouble?” She shook her head. “Shrink your scythe and put it back into your pocket,” Griff said. The young reaper did as he asked.

" Kaine answered. "And who's your so-called contractor?" "Ask your dear friend. He already knows. Don't you, Jasper. Or has your father not told you... Nah... Seeing how wasted you are, you do know." Lowering his gaze, Jasper said nothing, his expression growing more and more pained the longer his silence stretched on. "I am a man of second chances," Axe's voice echoed with a deadly calmness, his grip on the blade tightening, "But show your face in front of me again, and I will make sure I push this blade further until it pops out on the other side of your backbone."

I placed my hands on my baby bump, in efforts to protect my little girl from the unpredictable predator in front of me. “You will mark, Allister first,” Reaper started. I let out a sharp growl of protest before he put up a finger to signal me to wait for him to finish. “In the ceremony you will be asked to choose to break your fated mate bond and choose a new bond with Allister. You will use this on him.” Reaper showed a blade that had a yellow gel like substance through the center of the blade. The blade looked to be handcrafted and was obviously not your typical wolfsbane infused blade. The silver gleamed in the moonlight that was cascading into the cabin.

The dagger rose again and the screen went black. We sat there in horrified silence, then Caelum broke it, “replay the last scene.” Dane clicked on the keyboard and the scene replayed, the killer lifted the dagger again. Caelum leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes narrowing. “Pause it there.” Dane froze the image, we all leaned forward, trying to see what Caelum had. “Oh, I see it now. How could we have missed it?” Robin muttered, the others murmured their assent.

Two more threw themselves at his flanks even as he tore through them, fighting back viciously as blood flew around them in thick arcs. Rey didn’t think before she threw herself into the chaos, double blades raised in each hand. A raw snarl ripped from her throat as she crashed into the nearest hunter, her blades flashing with deadly purpose. One blade buried in its spine. The other sliced upward, taking its head clean off. She spun fluidly across the snow, cutting them down one by one, stabbing into flesh and hacking heads off until they were nothing but big mangled chunks of flesh lying by her feet. Every cut of her blade burnt through the hunters’ flesh, leaving deep, smoking wounds that r

CLANG. The blade struck its dark armor. No damage. The creature grabbed Raven’s wrist. Her eyes widened. The Reaper lifted her off the ground like she weighed nothing. Ethan shouted. “RAVEN!” Lucian moved instantly. For the first time since meeting him, the playful expression on his face disappeared completely. His golden eyes burned like fire. He vanished. Then reappeared behind the Reaper. His fist slammed into the creature’s side with explosive force. BOOM. The Reaper was thrown across the street, crashing through a parked car.

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.