Novel & Cerita Reaper From Naruto

"You wield the hunger, but do not understand it." The pressure in my chest intensified, and I felt something pulling at me, urging me forward. It wanted me to step into the mist. To leave the others behind. No. I clenched my fists, forcing my will against the dark presence clawing at my mind. “You’re wasting your time.” The Reaper let out a hissing sigh. Then, it raised its hand again. But this time, before it could strike, an arrow whistled through the air. It struck the creature’s shoulder, embedding deep into its flesh. The Reaper let out a piercing shriek, staggering back.

It only bought her ten seconds, but that was enough for Mira to get away. Fury boiled over inside me, and I slapped Cody.

With a flick of his wrist, the white blade batted Jax's heavy weapon aside as if it weighed nothing, the impact sending a bone-rattling shockwave up Jax's arms that forced him to his knees. "He's too fast!" Reaper yelled, firing three explosive rounds. The Shogun raised his free hand. A localized, magenta repulsor-shield flared, catching the sniper rounds in mid-air and harmlessly dropping them to the obsidian floor. "If he's moving that fast, he has to follow a physical trajectory!" Lena's voice cracked over the comms.

--- ### The Heart of the Harvest I followed her, driven by a desperate need to find the Core and a lingering, suicidal hope that some part of my mother was still in there. The stairs led to a chamber that defied the laws of physics. It was a cathedral of light and meat. Pulsing veins the size of tree trunks ran along the walls, carrying glowing emerald fluid toward a central sphere that hovered in the air. This was the **Reaper Core**.

"Throw her down, Raziel! Toss her off! I'll catch her in my teeth!" The Sphinx paces furiously at the base of the wall, roaring into the night air. "Absolutely not!" I yell over the rushing wind. Raziel twists violently in the air, trying to shake me off like a dog shaking off a flea. But I am a Reaper. I stick to his interlocking wheels like superglue. I pull myself up, crawling over his sacred rings until I am face-to-face—or rather, face-to-giant-glowing-eyeball—with his central core.

Kaen and Hoka were laughing at the soaked Fates and I whispered to Rai that the Reapers were going to be tougher. "I know but we're Gods," he grinned up at me and I nodded. Kaen rode on Hoka's broad shoulders and looked like a completely different person. He growled and turned into long wispy tendrils and whipped them around my legs. I chuckled and changed to my Death and wrapped myself around Rai. I chuckled because there is no way they could pry me away. I looked down at Hoka and noticed a bright flash in his eyes and cocked my brow. I felt a sharp bite on my inner thigh and gasped.

Then the door to the warehouse swung open. Decker Kane, the Reaper King, stood at the entrance with his skull mask on and his hand through a person's scalp with his fingers pushing out of their eye sockets. A wet, sucking sound echoed as Decker ripped his hand free, the body crumpling down to the floor. He stepped over it, wiping his gloved fingers on his thigh, leaving dark smears.

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

Of if he knows, he doesn't care. I stumble backwards, trying to give myself more time to catch my breath. The Reaper, on the other hand, sees it as the perfect opportunity to catch me off guard. He grabs me from my back holding me in a firm bear hold. I instantly crouch down, and spin to the side, before reaching out to punch him in the nuts, resulting in him releasing me from his grasp. I lunge forward and throw my elbow back to connect with his shoulder, pushing him away from me.

Kaelion stood beside them, his cloak billowing despite the still air, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “They’re close,” he said. Aria nodded. “I feel them.” The Reapers. She didn’t know how many. She didn’t know what they wanted. But she knew they weren’t here to talk. Her mark flared. Kaelion stepped forward, his body tense, his voice low. “Stay behind me.” Aria didn’t argue. She didn’t want to. — The first Reaper emerged from the mist like a blade drawn from shadow. Tall. Cloaked. Masked. His armor shimmered with runes that pulsed in rhythm with the ley lines. His eyes glowed faintly—not silver like Kaelion’s, but red. Cold. Final.