Reaper From Naruto Novels & Stories

Balanced. "This is why the universe brought you back." The Reaper realizes. "Not just to fight. Not just to stop. But to fix. To balance. To make death what it should be. Not just ending. Not just taking. But transitioning. Changing. Moving life forward. You're not weapon. You're solution. You're answer. You're what death has been missing. Life to complement it. Balance to perfect it. You to save it." The glowing mouse and rat sit at my feet. Alive. Happy. Wrong but right.

The rest of the senior mentors form a tight semicircle, their hands glowing with dark magic and elemental fire that rains down upon the monster’s head. The battle is a brutal display of roars and flying blood, but I can barely process it. I am trapped on the ground, my hands clawing weakly at the dirt as every single movement sends a fresh wave of white-hot agony through my chest. My ribs are definitely broken, making every shallow breath feel like inhaling glass. With one final surge of magic from Damon and a devastating neck snap from Ravenna’s jaws, the Reaper finally collapses into the mud with a thud. The creature’s shaggy form ripples, the monstrous features dissolving away until a tal

Yet Sharon moved it around like she was playing with a toy, and the smile on her face was not forced. Reaper’s edge was very different from Canyon’s Mouth. Unlike the aggressive looking Canyon’s Mouth, Reaper’s Edge had a very delicate look. It was a slender saber that was half Sarong’s height, and it was very beautiful. Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast.

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

Said Kariya. “Sword Keeper, Falusia, what are you talking about, I’m not any Sword Keeper, name’s Sasha, I just wanted to wear my sister Sekora’s necklace, next thing you know I ended up here.” She said still looking puzzled. “Well Sasha thank you for bringing me the necklace.” Said Kariya, then he reached for the necklace, but just as he did his hand started hurting and he started screaming as if acid had touched it. “Shadow Reapers, take her away.” Said Kariya, then the masked cloaked figures that pulled her through the wall had carried Sasha into a chamber in Cloud tower.

She glances over at me and nods before making her way to the back room. Packing up my laptop and patiently waiting for the waitress, I survey the room and stop on a little girl in the corner by her mom. Ironically, she has blood red hair the color of the soul eater's and on closer inspection I notice that she has black soulless eyes too. Are there more than one or is she merely changing form? I find myself wondering this and then the waitress strolls out of the back with a bag containing the items I asked for.

He is preparing to use his shadow powers against the dragon. ‘Reaper, it’s okay,’ I say to him. ‘It’s okay? Are you crazy? Have you forgotten I was chased and attacked by a swarm of those creatures?’ ‘No, I haven’t forgotten, Reaper, but this one is different. He’s our friend and on our side,’ I inform him. ‘You’re kidding me, right?’ ‘Nope,’ I smile, ‘Come, say hello to him,’ I say. ‘I’d rather not,’ he says, raising his beak.

He smiled again and took my arm, then with another arm, grabbed the hand of my subordinate, who was dead. Like a jolt of current, my body shook with violence. It was as if I was out in space. Then all of a sudden, like a replay I found myself in front of my subordinate, who was, at that moment, alive. He was waiting patiently , behind the bushes. I tried to call his name but it appeared as if he couldn't hear. Then a body of black smoke appeared in front of him, out of nowhere and I yelled to warn him of the oncoming assault.

Maybe I should go and help him? Adrian’s eyes glint with determination as he circles around the beast, trying to find an opening. I watch in awe as he charges towards the hydra’s main head, his jaws open wide and ready to strike. But this time, the hydra knows what he is doing. It wraps its massive body around Adrian’s, squeezing him so tightly that I can hear the bones in his body snapping. I feel a lump form in my throat as I watch my friend struggle against the monster’s grip. But just when I think it’s all over, Adrian grits his teeth and unleashes a burst of lightning that sears through the hydra’s body. The creature screams in agony as it disintegrates into a cloud of ash.

"He's going critical! If you break the containment field of his skin, he'll detonate!" "He's dying!" I yelled, struggling against Silas’s grip. "He's digesting!" Silas shouted back. "He ate a sun, Helen! He needs time to process the isotopes!" CRASH. The porch railing exploded into splinters. A Reaper the massive, armored harvester smashed through the perimeter. Its serrated blades spun with a terrifying, high-pitched whine, chewing through the wooden fence