Blade 2 Reaper Novels & Stories

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.

The violet Scythe in my hand elongated, the blade curving into a jagged crescent that hummed with a sound like a choir of the dead. ​"I can see them," I said, my voice overlapping with a thousand others. "I can see the strings, Julian." ​The first wave of Reapers dived. ​Julian’s shield flickered as their blue pulses hit the silver light. He groaned, the effort of holding the dome making the silver veins on his neck bulge. "I can’t... I can’t hold the frequency!" ​"Then don't," I commanded. ​I stepped through the silver shield.

The reapers' blades came out of their scabbards. Reaper Swithun took aim and pointed his swords at the werewolves' necks. "You will regret doing this," Reaper Swithun said as he narrowed his gaze. "So you better be prepared for what happens now because your death is in my hands." He tightened the grip of his sword.

I said. "Why?" She asked. I shrugged my shoulder. "I guess to start his pack. I once overheard mother say that the evil Ripper was no longer Haven's business but New-Yawk's as he had started a deadly pack there." "That's so cool." Sandra said, already in awe of him. "Dangerous but cool." She added. She was right. Blade's history was somehow cool, except… "Is that all?" She asked, snapping her fingers at my face. "Is that all you saw about him."

The bone man followed my lead, exploring the world through my eyes. He looked at the lines on my hands, the swell of my breasts and legs. The sinews and tendons fascinated him. We walked barefoot together. He tasted the air with my lips. I've missed my heart, you know. His bones rattled, aching for life. The black shroud wrapped round us, and he formed himself from the wind. Will you dance with me? said the Reaper. “What are you?” I asked. Your companion. He looked at my hands, now his. They were bare bones. Maiden, you will never be rid of me.

And the crystal dagger on my hand possessed the same crest. “The Balaraw is now officially the Luna’s Blade!” Edith announced and step up the podium with Hadleigh in her arms. And this time, the bitter smile on my lips and the question in my head about the dagger now has a clearer reason. With my free hand, I stretched my hand and carried my blue-eyed little man in my arms. A tear escaped from my eyes as I bent my head to touch Hadleigh’s forehead with mine. “Hence, this is what your father wanted for this thing. And to you, our child, who’ll grow filled with love and courage like a blade.”

"The High Council has designated this territory a 'Resource Reclamation Zone.' All biological assets are to be processed. Resistance will result in immediate termination." ​"This is my home, not a resource," Rhea spat, her daggers ready. ​"Correction," the Reaper said, its arm shifting with a mechanical whir into a spinning saw-blade of silvered steel. "It is a laboratory that has overstayed its usefulness." ​The fight was unlike anything the Silver Bane had ever experienced. The Reaper didn't feel pain, and it didn't tire. When Marcus lunged, the machine simply swatted him aside with enough force to crack his ribs. Sela’s arrows bounced off the blackened iron as if they were toothpicks.