Reaper Bakugan Novels & Stories

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.

– 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 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.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

NYX’s POV “Salvador suuuucks!” Narin and I had barely stepped into the Rebel’s hideout when we were welcomed by the loud screech of a male banshee- or rather, a farshee- who was obviously fed up with Salvador Academy. I jumped, my hands covering my ears to block out his ear-splitting scream which shook the entire basement. The dude was lucky we were in an underground bunker. If he had pulled this off outside, the Westwood forest would have easily carried his cries to the ears of the guardians. That would lead him into some serious trouble.

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”