Kaneki Black Reaper Novels & Stories

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

“What do you mean by that?” She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she simply lifted a trembling hand and pointed through the bone door, to the heart of the cave. Outside, a ritual had already begun. They weren’t ordinary werewolves. These were something else entirely, women only, cloaked in black garments. Their skin shimmered red, not naturally, but as if they’d anointed themselves in gore. Their eyes glowed faintly in the firelight. Magic radiated off them like heat. There were no children. Just women, and death. My mind snagged on the thought: How do they reproduce? But the question was lost beneath the growing dread.

To them, he was the Apex. Flanking him were the three 'Black Reapers'—the newly retrofitted, black-and-gold Vanguard mechs, their Star-forged Cores pulsing with blinding cyan plasma. "Jack," Sebastian looked up at the massive Defender mech. "Are the shock-absorbers online?" "Online and humming, Boss," Jack’s voice crackled through the external speakers, the heavy rotary cannon spinning up with a lethal whine. "Though a drop from this altitude is going to strip the paint."

I ended the call and began my walk to the docks. When I got there, he was already with some of the men there. And a new face that I hadn’t seen before. “Kane. This is Mr Smith. Mr Smith, the one and only Reaper King,” Mr Smith looked like how most men in the business world looked. Short. Stocked up. Covered with so much jewelry and wiry eyes that gave the impression he’d sell me his mother without blinking. “Reaper. I’ve heard so much about you.” I put my hands in my pockets, my eyes staring at the crates behind him. “Are those the shipments?”

Her leather jacket was gone, leaving her in her red tank top, the fabric torn at the shoulder, and her auburn hair hung in her face, the silver streaks catching the torchlight. Zane Blackthorn sat on his throne, his lean frame coiled with menace, his amber eyes glinting like a predator’s in the dim light. His shaved head gleamed, the claw-mark tattoos snaking up his arms a stark contrast to his pale skin, and he wore a sleeveless black tunic, the fabric stained with blood. His fingers drummed a slow rhythm on the armrest, each tap echoing like a heartbeat in the cavern’s stillness. Around him, his pack lingered, their eyes averted, their postures tense, but Rhea stood at his side, her cruel

He was quite upset that they couldn’t even take Luc down after battling for such a long time. Hearing Kirin, both Black Reaper and White Reaper were taken aback. Immediately, they let out a beast-like roar. Black Reaper took the initiative and quickly lashed out at Luc with his blade. Every one of his blows was hard and fast, Luc parried the blows as they came. At that moment, he suddenly saw a weakness in Black Reaper’s moves, which he quickly exploited. Finally, he grabbed a chance and sent a hard blow into Black Reaper’s flurrying movements.

the reaper hinted while tapping its forehead. “Makes a good point though,” Eric said “What are we suppose to call this thing?,” “Daddy dearest over here never did “designed” are name for me,” The reaper harnessed the spirit of a gorilla to expand its muscular frame, conjured a rotating machine gun with six barrels made of iconic light around its right arms, coding its left arm with ruby quarts as the hand glow purple. Around its feet was while telekinetic energy with a green and pink dragon construct rotating around the android body.

The wound was nasty and black smoke comes out from it. The Reaper raised it claws to finish Viktor but Niko sent a rain of rocks towards it. It's angry eyes were now fixed on Niko and slithered toward him. Serra stepped in front and bring the torch forward. With a surprise, the Reaper met the fire and the flame touched it's skin. The Reaper wiggled back, crying in pain. It looked at Serra for a moment and hissed then slithered away, leaving it's comrade. Serra met Niko's eyes for a moment and he dashed towards Viktor.

And it's horrible. My veins turn black. Visible through my skin. Like ink spreading through water. My eyes shift. I can see it in Kai's horrified expression. They're changing color. Going darker. Going wrong. "Aurora." His voice is tight. Concerned. "Your eyes. They're..." "Black." The Reaper finishes. "Like mine. Like death itself. It's normal. It's necessary. She's becoming death's vessel. Death's weapon. She has to look the part."