Reaper Bakugan Novels & Stories

he said, his voice low, a rough rasp of calm. Reaper stepped inside, the hallway light casting him in long, intimidating shadows that stretched across the floor. His leather cut hung open over a black shirt, and his dark jeans were grease-stained, familiar signs of his world. There was something off in his posture—shoulders tense, but not in that calculated, ready-to-fight way. This was something else. Worn. Like he carried a weight no one else saw. He glanced at the untouched sandwich on the small table by the window. “You planning on starving yourself?”

He nodded. “Are you here to ask me something?” She looks at me and handed me a cup of tea. She does the same with West. “Yes,” “Is it all about your purpose in here?” I nodded. She holds my hand and her eyes suddenly glow color green. It takes a minute before letting go of my hand. She smiled at me before she sips her tea. “You are in here because you are the Reborn Luna Savanah, aside from being reborn you already know who are you and I sense you wanted to keep it a secret.” She looks at West before looking at me again.

Logan carefully put me down, then charged at Niles and they started fighting fiercely. My back hurt so much that I gasped for air. But just then, a bold idea flashed through my mind. Looking at Sophie acting crazy, I knew we couldn't keep the rebirth secret any longer. But more than the rebirth, I needed to create a role for myself. One that could guide Logan to the path I wanted. Logan and Niles were natural enemies. They fought many times. No one had won yet. While Logan was distracted, Niles grabbed Sophie and ran.

"HE'S BEEN REBORN??!" "What Class do you think he's awakened? I've never seen an Aura that color..." "Reborn at fifteen?? He really is the son of Marshall Leon." The onlooking students were positively stunned, they all stared at Samuel as if he were a god. The deep purple Aura seemed to radiate from him like a dark flame, making him look as omnipotent as the students thought he was.

Seraphina asked him, her voice dripping with false sympathy as she looped her arm through his. She glanced at me, her smile sharpening, she was enjoying this. "Poor Aurora here is taking my place tomorrow. She's to be wed to that filthy Moon Reaper. Rumors are that he's as ugly as that painting we threw out yesterday." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Moon Reaper—the ancient enemy, a family of ruthless hunters bred for one purpose: killing werewolves like us. Legends whispered of their silver blades, their empires built on the bones of our kind. They were monsters in human form, trained from birth to hate us, to destroy our souls under the full moon.

– Desaad said, looking with that expression of I know what you plan. - If it were not for the common interest, you'd just be a brainwashed fool. – Kurayami said. - Fair. Tsuki said. - You know it will come right? - Kurayami questioned him. Rubbing his eyes still half asleep. - Who else besides the Casshern? – Tsuki questioned. Desaad was still there when he said it. - There are two more races, the Bakugans and the Clustarians. – Desaad said.

"The First Reaper." A massive shadow fell over the forest. A giant machine, shaped like a headless man with six arms, dropped from the sky. Each of its hands held a sword of black fire. It didn't speak. it just began to walk toward us, crushing the silver trees under its heavy feet. "Protect the Sovereign!" one of the survivors yelled, drawing a silver blade. The forest turned into a battlefield in seconds. The survivors charged at the Reaper, but they were swatted away like flies. The black fire swords cut through everything. I saw a girl with golden wings get sliced midair, her body vanishing into ash before she hit the ground.

The Reaper sauntered towards my direction, and all I could do was move backward until my back hit the wall. "Ouch!" I yelped as my spine hit the doorknob. I arched my back and massaged the stricken part. "What is wrong with you!?" The Reaper's face beamed. I wanted to shout on his face; obviously, he's the reason why I hit my back, but seeing the Reaper's smile was a strange, unique view to begin with. What was wrong with me?

Karen once brought Calvin over for a playdate with Callum. A typical childish squabble over a toy gun ensued, but Karen reacted disproportionately. She slapped Calvin so hard that he started bleeding from the nose and then confined him to the basement for two days. I couldn't watch Calvin suffer in fear any longer, so I called Dad for help. It was only then that Karen let Calvin out. It was also after this incident that Calvin no longer wanted to play with Callum. Karen then sent Calvin away to live in the countryside and only brought him back this year. It was only after Callum left to study abroad that Karen's attitude toward Calvin started to change.

The hybrid's arms fall to the ground with the shackles. "Nice try fucker!" I swing my blade a second time decapitating him. Reaper has shifted into his mortal form. He hands me one of the two semi automatic handguns he is holding. We take off running and shooting anything that isn't a dragon, hellhound or king of hell. I scream as I watch Gunner's huge dragon body hit the ground. The earth shakes under our feet. When I finally get to him; what's left of Bael's horde is trying to retreat.