Reaper Bakugan Novels & Stories

His actions will speak for him. We pull up in front of a normal-looking house. It is two stories and is the larger size but it looks nothing like what people would assume the leader would have. There is a garage with a nice yard and a wraparound porch. My mate thanks to the driver and then comes around and opens my door holding out his hand. I take it and get out and see that my bags are setting on the porch. Someone must have brought them here while we were at the reaping. We make our way up the steps and my mate unlocks the door and takes my bags in with him.

I lifted both of my arms and shoved into him with my hands. Deagon Skinner, assigned reaper to this small section of this town, furrowed his brow in confusion watching the interesting female come rushing towards him. How the little welp could see him and actually connect with him, made him pause. He stumbled back, eyes wide and fell to his ass. His attacker stumbled as well and was currently spread out across his long legs. "What do you think your doing female," Deagon growled in confusion. He changed his appearance to a skinless blazing skull to frighten the young woman. Ayira peeked up at the reaper and grinned slightly at him trying to frighten her.

"What is your name? If you are interested, you can come to Mythos Academy for testing." I smile, my eyes curving into crescents. "My name is Rea Reed." I look at the dead monster, then back at the angel. "Rea, as in...the Reaper."

The strings that were pulling me were gone. I pushed Tristan as I pulled the dagger out. I grabbed the open end of his sword with my bare hand as he fell. I saw time stop at that moment. Everything was on pause, only I could move my head. Even the dust flying around in that battleground, seemed like it was waiting for someone's approval. I could see a spark, a fragment of light on each sword where my blood was dripping. And then I saw him. My father. " Baba... " I was about to let everything go and leap into his embrace but he nodded his head and pointed at me, asking me to stay in my place.

I was startled and quickly lowered my head. "You will be punished for keeping me waiting, but let's finish the main business," He whispered, sending a chill down my spine. What a reasonable man! He is taking me to the hospital to treat my wounds then he will take me back home to inflict another wound. A sob left my lips while tilting my head to glimpse outside. However, the horrendous sight I saw made me startled. It was the face of the woman I was reborn to! No wonder the name Alyssa Arnold sounded familiar when the maid called it. It was the face of a popular blogger. I guessed I didn't see it well when I looked in the mirror because of the blood splash. Now, the blood has been washed away

But the first Reaper had been disarmed not by force, but by a simple, human touch. The elders decided. They could not destroy the bunker, not with Arin awake and confused, and not without understanding the revival process. A hasty action could trigger a defense mechanism, waking all the Reapers at once. Instead, they would seal the door from the outside with a new kind of lock—a lock made from the living wood of the forest, woven with the energy of the Balance. It would not just be a physical barrier, but a spiritual one, containing the cold energy within.

Lastly, there were Recca's eight flame dragons named Saiha, Nadare, Homura, Setsuna etc. But for some reason, in her seventeen-year existence, Kate had never once heard of a Filipino dragon, much less one so massive it could devour an entire moon. “And then what happened?” she pressed her ma. “Mathias said: ‘The Bakunawa used to be our mortal enemy. Our race and the dragon had been locked in a cosmic battle that went back eons.

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.

"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.