Kaneki Black Reaper Novels & Stories

"Not quite. I'm here investigating something." "Oh? Care to share? Maybe I can help out." Owen leaned forward, lowering his voice. "It's like this. I'm part of Black Sky Organization, and the second-in-command is an incredibly powerful figure known as Reaper—ranked ninth on the Shadow Ranking of Hitman Guild. "However, he's recently gone missing, and we haven't been able to contact him. The last place he was seen was here in Goldspire. The organization sent me to investigate and figure out what's going on."

They instead replaced them with the colors of the Ravens - a matte black with hues of blues and greens and purple under the right angles. All of them still had the shield and machine pistol combo, except Raijin had an Unranked Multi-beam Plasmacutter on her shoulder. It was purely utilitarian and industrial in nature, but she wasn’t there to fight in the first place. Max on the other hand, had a C-ranked Ragnarok Armaments Grenade Launcher. It was simple, effective, and devastating. “Want us to bring down the pain?” asked T-Rex. “‘Coz we can. And we want to. Nothing crazy.”

I answered. “Now, go to the parking behind the apartment nearest to the Han River. Get inside my car. I can automatically open it for you. Just inform me when you get there. Enter on the driver’s side. Then get the clothes under the backseat. Change there. Then call me again. Understand?” Black Dragon explained to me. Even though I hate being commanded, I have to obey him. I knew I already failed on this mission. “Got it.” I cautiously said. “Oh, and remember, keep your eyes open to men having a tattoo on their right back hand. Two swords forming an X.” he finished and I remembered the balloons’ design.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

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.

A Reaper stepped through the portal opening. Tall, with ebony hair, he wore the long black cloak she expected to see, a scythe in his hand. The man quickly ran to the left of the portal, and then another Reaper appeared on his heels. Dressed identically, with the same weapon, he ran to the right. Then, another sprang forth, and another. Ru watched, her eyes wide as the Reapers continued to pour out of the portal, as if Hell had spilled an inkwell and the thick, black substance was covering the entire earth.

Now, it is a dark and desolate place which doesn’t even reek of death, but an unknown calamity that has already sent rippling fear across all the kingdoms. The vampire team proceeded slowly, looking around with their weapons and equipment. Nezeira unsheathed her katana samurai sword; which she inherited from her former Samurai master. It’s super sharp blade gave off a glistening sheen in the dark. If looked closely a name, ‘Requiem’ was craved just a little above the black and gold hilt of it. The vampires wore leather outfits and each have a tech-gadget on their left hand which have heat sensors and other tracking systems. Nezeira was clad in a black nigh neck body hugging full leather jac

Jeje, Buriko, and Cocong then let him go. “What are you... DOING?!” Leak launches many black javelins to them. "It’s enough for me to see you being tormented like this. It’s enough for me to see you suffer like this. It’s enough... Enough... ENOUGH!" Those black javelins are flying in their direction at a high speed that three of them that the trio won’t be able to evade them, but... Cakra appears with a blue scythe on his hands and negates all of the black javelins by a single swing. He spins his scythe and blue javelins appear flying to Leak. Those javelins are piercing his body, and Cakra suddenly appears sending it flying by a heavy uppercut.

"I've always been curious about who chose that name. Why Black Queen?" Picking up the knife on the table, I twirl it around in my hand "Because my heart is as black as coal. Have you seen the American show that goes by 'Once Upon a Time?' the evil queen who coincidentally goes by Regina too has a black heart. The difference between us is that I'm not trying to be good. I won't hesitate to stick this knife in your throat and watch as you take your last breath" "Why does that turn me on?"

"They think we're just another High Council boundary patrol coming to purge their outposts." "Then let's go introduce ourselves," I said softly, my voice carrying that low, double-layered Sovereign resonance that caused the frost on the stone battlements to fracture into spiderweb patterns. We moved to the heavy iron descent cage—a massive, open-air lift suspended by ancient steel cables embedded deep within the mountain's core. Fifty chosen Blackwood Reapers, clad in winterized tactical armor and bearing heavy silver shields, loaded into the secondary cages on our flanks. The mechanical winch groaned violently, the ancient gears grinding against ice as the heavy floor gave way, dropping us