Reaper Kaneki 소설 & 이야기

The silence in the mountain safe house was heavier than the snow piling against the windows. I stood frozen in the center of the living room, the destroyed tablet still smoking on the floor where Damien had crushed it. My hand rested protectively over the swell of my belly, where our daughter kicked as if sensing the storm brewing between her parents. “Project Reaper,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me.” Damien didn’t move at first. The Reaper, the man who had once kidnapped me, broken me, then rebuilt me into his queen, looked almost… broken. His grey eyes, usually so cold and calculating, held a rare shadow of guilt.

“Reaper is an Incubus. He unlike you though gets his kicks by throwing his powers around and feeding off unsuspecting women and from what I hear, not all of them are willing.” “So, what you’re saying is that he is a rapist of sorts?” “No not like that, but he is predatory in nature. I do not trust him with you.”

he asked, clutching at his stomach where the gaping empty hole that was Sebestian ripped open just that little bit wider. "I don't know, Dell said the same thing," Rose said, thinking over the conversation they had had while Sebestian had put Allen to bed. "She told me a little about their past last night. Sebestian is what is called a floating station head, his job is basically to move from station to station and reform them. Their head, Jia is determined to reign the A-Grade in and end this war between the two classes. She sends him all over the world, apparently, he has reformed nineteen station so far. Dell goes with him when he needs her help or stays to oversee the transition" she sai

The bone man followed my lead, exploring the world through my eyes. He looked at the lines on my hands, the swell of my breasts and legs. The sinews and tendons fascinated him. We walked barefoot together. He tasted the air with my lips. I've missed my heart, you know. His bones rattled, aching for life. The black shroud wrapped round us, and he formed himself from the wind. Will you dance with me? said the Reaper. “What are you?” I asked. Your companion. He looked at my hands, now his. They were bare bones. Maiden, you will never be rid of me.

Alpha Mayhem says. I begin to cry. Alpha Mayhem holds me tight. "Did the ancestors or my family know you would tell me not to be a reaper?" I ask him. Alpha Mayhem clears his throat. He looks over at Ryan. "The ancestors told me only to tell you the good and convince you to take the reaper role, but I will not do it. I want you to be happy. If you want to be a reaper, then Ryan is the best man to train you, but if you want to be a wolf, then come home," Alpha Mayhem says.

, asked Soma. “Yeah. How do you know about that?”, Mizuki asked. “He is the class in charge of Class B rank 2. His name is Roper Yagi and he is obsessed with red eyes. He stalks those vampires who have red eyes and always tries to talk to them all the time. He is super shady”, said Soma. “So, you’re saying that he is going to stalk me now”, Mizuki said with fear in her eyes. “Did you answered all of the questions and told him your name?” asked Flora.

Again. "You learn." The Reaper says. "I teach you death magic. The same magic he's using. The same power he's wielding. You become death's champion. Death's weapon. Death's answer to the one who would end it." "And us?" Kai gestures to himself and the other mates. "You each have a role." The Reaper studies them. "Kai Thorne. Lycan King. Ancient power. You anchor Aurora to life. Keep her tethered. Keep her from becoming what she fights. Keep her human when death magic tries to make her monster."

When he answered, his voice was low, amused, and dangerous. “Well, well. Selena Vale.” She swallowed. “I need your help.” “Help?” he echoed. “Or revenge?” She closed her eyes. “…Both.” His name was Riker, a man whose entire reputation was built on shadows. She had known him before marrying into the Vale family— back when she was young, reckless, and desperate to escape poverty. Riker had changed since then. He wasn’t just a street man anymore. He had a network. A network that dealt with thieves, smugglers, and people who vanished after stepping into the wrong alley.

Shadow’s eyebrows shot up. “No one supposed to see them unless, they’re one of us,” Ren finally broke his silence. “When you said one of us, what’s that supposed to mean, Ren? What are you exactly?” Nirvana asked. “Our late Sensei Taiyo called them Reika and Kenshin.” When Ren undid the cufflink on his left wrist, the hair at the back of my neck started standing. He pulled the sleeve up his elbows and showed his glowing tattoos written in Japanese. My guess was they were runes, too. He ran his palm on the runes, causing Zarah and me to gasp. “Now you can see them. These are Fujin and Kazeshi.”

a voice commanded from the doorway, deep and authoritative, slicing through the tension like a blade. I whipped my head toward the sound, my breath catching as I saw him—Lucian Moretti, the Reaper, standing there, his broad shoulders filling the frame. His jet-black hair caught the light, his gray eyes piercing through me with a mix of betrayal and something darker, something I couldn’t name. He wore a tailored black suit, the fabric hugging his muscular frame, exuding the arrogance of a man who owned the world—and everyone in it.