Kaneki Black Reaper Novels & Stories

The industrial cranes looked like giant metal monsters against the foggy night sky. The silence was eerie. Too quiet. It was perfect. I watched Nikolai raise a hand, signaling our unit to halt behind a stack of rusted crates. Just twenty yards away, under the flickering yellow glow of a single halogen lamp, the exchange was happening. Two sleek black SUVs were parked nose-to-nose with a massive cargo truck. Men in heavy dark jackets—Black Reapers—were tossing duffel bags into the back. And standing right in the center of the chaos, looking completely unbothered by the cold or the danger, was Riven.

Chapter 41: The Third Eye ​The sky didn't just darken; it screamed. ​The sound of a thousand metallic wings vibrated through the humid air of Life Zero. The Reapers—sleek, black drones shaped like mechanical wasps—descended in a suffocating cloud. Their red optical sensors flickered like a swarm of angry stars, locking onto the silver heat radiating from Julian’s skin. ​"Stay behind me!" Julian roared. ​He slammed his fists together, and a massive dome of silver light erupted, a shield so bright it carved the shadows out of the jungle. But the Reapers didn't crash into it. They hovered, their mechanical stingers extending, pulsing with a disruptive blue frequency.

It was the original, uncorrupted crest of the Black Mountain Pack. ​They carried spears tipped with obsidian and bows made of dark, flexible yew. But it was their eyes that stopped my heart. They weren't the dull, weary brown of ordinary humans or the solid, terrifying gold of the Sovereigns. They were a shifting, swirling silver—the Gene in its purest, most unrefined state, burning with a life force that made the air around them shimmer.

I thought he was going to be furious by my words but he appeared to be calmer than I had thought. I went back to my room and my wolf won't stop talking about us being mates. " I hate to hear it" I yelled as I covered my ears. My eyes went to my wrist as I saw a silver line appeared there. I touched it and felt the connection with Alpha Kael, the ritual was already taking place.

The soldier at the front didn't move a bit out of fear, while the soldier at the back had wanted to get away but made no move. "The four of them are my minions, please use them as you please master." Regera pointed at them, but was still in a lowered state. There were 4 people with 2 girls with all black clothes and hair like Regera, the rest were girls and boys with all red clothes and hair. They belong to the same demon race as Regera. "Wait a minute! Samael, you've appeared again!" I approached one of the black haired girls named Samael, she is a girl with a small body and a cute face.

I don’t know if it’s the mission itself or knowing Zane is here, but my heart is already racing, my blood heating in my veins. I see the guy who’s supposed to pick me up standing at the edge of the tarmac. Tall, broad, dressed in black, and wearing sunglasses that don’t hide the fact that he’s one of Arkyn’s men. He gives me a short nod before walking over, tossing a black bag my way. “Sorry, Alpha’s orders,” he mutters. “Blindfold goes on. It’s the only way to the Vega pack.”

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

“Who?” Kael’s voice was a rasp. “The Reaper of Ashvale.” Liam blinked. “I thought he was a myth.” “He was,” Kael replied. “Until now.” The Reaper didn’t speak. But when he entered the ring, the sigil beneath him turned black. It wasn’t flame he carried. It was void. Even Dorian looked uneasy now. Cassia’s hand tightened around her mother’s. Nova knelt beside her. “Cass… listen to me. If this is too much”

“You misunderstand your purpose, Kaia. You're not here to make demands. You're here to be corrected." Suddenly every screen went black. Then filled with a single word: NULL. Static screamed through the speakers. From the shadows, Null appeared—not flickering this time, but burning bright with white-hot code spiraling from her skin. "You forgot something, Control Freak," she snarled. "I was born without your rules." She threw her arms forward. A blast of raw static hit the Reapers. They stumbled for just a second. That was enough. Kieran lunged forward, blade flashing. Two Reapers collapsed.