Reaper From Naruto Novels & Stories

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."

Silver Fang answers from somewhere beyond the trees. And beneath it— A female laugh carries faintly on the wind. Elira. Watching her game unfold. My lycan bares his teeth. Let her come. I grip my weapon tighter as another wave crashes toward us. This isn’t a skirmish. It’s war.

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...

He widened his eyes. "That's awful," he mumbled and then reached for me when I finished. "Yeah, reapers are what's left of suicides... their punishment from the gods is to reap until death do they part." I looked towards Toru. "He doesn't know anything of his past life, he just knows he woke up immortal with glasses and a death scythe that came with a quota." He nodded and then laid his ears back. "That must be terrible... I'd hate to be like that.... I'm glad I'm a fox spirit," he mumbled and looked at me, waiting for me. I smiled and walked up to him, wrapping him in his arms.

There was something in the presence of him that made everyone around him seem diminished, uneasy. I should have looked away. I knew that. But I couldn't. Something I couldn't name, a pull held me in place, my gaze fixed on him. Even from this distance, I could feel the cold, hard aura around him. Broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the fabric stretched taut over his chest. The light traced the contours of his face—sharp, handsome. Godness, how could I use such words to describe The Reaper? Darius spread his arms wide. "Alpha Kael. Welcome. My pack is honored beyond—"

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

But he stood there anyway. "She’s not going back," Rowan said. The silver figure tilted its head. "Donor 04. Your resilience is noted. You will be recycled into the 'Martyr' sub-routine." The figure stepped forward, the violet blade humming. Rowan lunged at it, a desperate, human tackle. But the Reaped was too fast. It caught him by the throat and lifted him off the ground with one hand. "Rowan!" I screamed. I grabbed a piece of rusted pipe from the floor and swung it at the figure’s head. It hit the mask with a loud *Clang*.