Reaper From Naruto Novels & Stories

" Sage trembled. Although it had been days since she'd been reborn, she still couldn't stop herself from getting goosebumps all over her skin whenever she heard this voice. In her past life, the owner of this voice, Sandra Fraser, had been torturing her for more than two years. Sandra would always scream or yell at her, call her degrading names, and tell her that she was as worthless as dirt and that even her breathing was a waste of air. But if Sage fought back, she would experience even worse torture than before. Sage turned back and saw the burly-looking Sandra coming out of the watch shop next door with a young man. He looked to be in his mid-20s.

Not what she expected from a gang compound. They walked down a hall. Through a door into a massive office with large desk and windows. A man was seated by the desk on his fifties maybe. Gray at his temples. Same sharp eyes as Ghost. Same way of looking at people like they were nothing.. "Sit." The Vipers shoved them into chairs. Remove the zips, Maya felt relieved around her wrist and rubbed it. They were red marks where the plastic cut in. "I'm Reaper," the man said. "Ghost was my brother."

She replied while stuttering hard in fear. “Yeah. Call all of them.” Naomi also insisted, but I knew what was going on in her mind. Most of the staff present last night were on her side. But they didn’t know that I have my ways to make them speak the truth. “Honey.” I called my wolf, and she immediately perked up. Rebirth also brought a few special powers to me, and one of them is making another wolf speak truth whether he or she wants to or not. Also, she can block a werewolf’s ability to mind-link anyone.

a rogue faction of the original tribe who had rejected the resonance ten thousand years ago to embrace the vacuum of the deep reach. The Reapers were a terrifying inversion of the Silver Crest evolution. Their skin was a dull, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the binary suns, and their eyes were pits of absolute white, devoid of the gold ring of the healer or the silver flash of the king. They didn't carry staves of light; they carried "Abyssal Scythes," jagged weapons of void-steel that hummed with a frequency designed to drain the resonance from any living thing. "The harvest is here," the lead Reaper hissed, his voice a discordant harmony that vibrated painfully in our mar

I just started praying that if there was a next life, I wanted to be the one to end him in it. Tori and Keefe were both silent. They weren’t going to beg for their lives. We were past the point of no return. I watched in horror as two of the warriors held them down, while the other two warriors' hands changed into claws. The warriors were smirking at me, watching me silently cry for the only people who had loved me enough to try to rescue me. The warriors bent over and dug their claws right into their carotid arteries.

"This should help." "Yes, it should." Yaya nodded. "I like the outside place. Ren's mountain is nice. The people are nice. Well.. some of them not so much. If I come across the traitor called One. I will make him a living sculpture." Reap System: The Divine Frost Tiger of your previous life is still so strong. Reap said to get Ren's attention. Looking at the giant Tiger inside his soul, he couldnt help but want to return Ren to that form completely. But that was against the rules. It could only be used as a supplement since he died.

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.

"That's why he's called the Reaper. You'll never be able to learn a Cursed Technique if you can't harness your Essence" "Essence?" She left him. Joe stood up. The Reaper. One who escorted souls to the after life. A Cursed technique was a deadly technique. He was learning techniques to kill enemies. He was preparing for war.

Ayira to become a reaper or not I scrunched my mouth and wiggled my cheeks against the hard surface under my face. I blinked my eyes and looked up and my mouth dropped open. I lifted my head and looked down at Grim. God he was beautiful. His black eyelashes were fanned across his high cheekbones. I squinted my eyes. Reapers don't sleep, I remembered. I looked down at his bare chest and swallowed seeing his ink work. Hot damn, he's covered with beautifully done tattoos. I used my index finger to trace one and hear the deep rumble of his laughter building up. I chuckled softly and looked up at his green eyes glowing brightly at me.

Yes, I'm dead and hallucinating before whatever it is decides where I go next. The nurse's voice grips my attention again. "Oh, the Scaler. That's the creature that reminds you of the last thing you heard before you died until it's sure your soul is pure. If you've committed many crimes during your mortal life, he will torture you until he is satisfied, but you'll never enter the afterlife. Instead, your soul will enter another body with no memories, and the cycle will start all over again. Since your soul was pure, he set you free and even gave you the chance to fight for your life. That doesn't happen. But maybe..." Her eyes search the room. Something's off with her sudden chance- she's no