Novel & Cerita Reaper From Naruto

Is this reaper crazy so what is he saying? "I am not a scarped soul, reaper. I am alive, and you cannot take away my life just because you want to. You will be violating nature's law if you will take someone else's soul from a living person!" I am interested in him. He can't take my soul especially and I don't understand his reason.

Not long after, Al woke up along with the completion of the Demon Lord's evolution. .. "Noa!" I immediately teleported towards Noa when I saw her getting ready to stab Regera. Her body which was covered by ice and fire was immediately extinguished when I hugged her. "Congratulations on the successful evolution master. Forgive me for injuring my master." Regera knelt while keeping his head down. "Welcome back." They all immediately teleported near me and hugged my body. Not only Nia and Nay, but everyone including Erin and Noe. "Wow hot!"

I cross my arms in irritation. “Kiara would never! How would she even do that? She’s just a kid!” I object. Dr Dae rolls her eyes at me. “Oh calm yourself girl. I’m not saying she chose to murder anyone. I assume that she was forced to comply somehow. You’ll have to ask the girl when she’s ready to talk. As for the how, the child is a Reaper.” She says it as if it’s obvious but it really isn’t. I know that Reapers exist, but they’re the kind of Magic that most people have heard of but no one has ever met. I suppose Kiara’s dad must have been a Reaper too and why the MRO was so secretive about her markings. Most people are kind of scared of Reapers, they’re kind of the boogeymen of our societ

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."

“Nothing beyond scrapes and egos. They're getting a kick out of using their senses and I have one or two with some impressive noses I wanted to talk to you about.” I huff softly. “Good. We’ll review later.” He watches Sky finish the spar and help Tarin up. “He’s a natural.” “He is,” I agree. Not surprising, considering he’s related to Ben. The bloodline carries more than strength—it carries instinct. I raise my voice. “Pause!” The older juveniles immediately step back. “Good work. Hydrate. We resume in fifteen.” They disperse in clusters, energy buzzing between them as they rehash every move they witnessed.

Their blank, mirrored helmets showed the terrified faces of Liora's family reflected back at them. The lead Reaper raised its rod again, the crystal humming with a higher pitch as it aimed directly at Liora. This was it. They were going to be turned into grey, emotionless statues. A permanent exhibit in this museum of apathy. Ronan roared and charged, his axe raised. He was a storm of color and noise and feeling, a perfect target. The Reaper didn't even flinch. It simply shifted its aim and fired. The grey beam caught Ronan square in the chest.

Siron and Kit scrambled to close the doors that were still hanging open. As the van began to pick up speed, one of the Soul Reapers jumped, clutching the roof. Then another, and another. The van grew heavy, slowing down. "Get them off!" Kit yelled. Siron looked out the window. Ari stood in the distance, watching with a smile. He raised his hand again, and this time, from his robes, he pulled out a strange weapon, a short spear with a tip made of silver crystal. Ari threw it. The spear whistled through the air, aimed not at Siron or the Soul Flower, but at...

Elara’s POV “It might be a bright idea for you to step out of the shadows,” I said calmly. A few seconds passed before a man materialized inside the room. His face was covered with a mask. He lifted his arm and showed me a tattoo etched into the back of his palm. “Reaper. I have come to take your life,” he growled. The Reapers. One of the greatest assassin guilds in the country. “Do you have any idea where you are? This is Caelthorn territory.”