Novel & Cerita Reaper Kaneki

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.

he said, his voice low, a rough rasp of calm. Reaper stepped inside, the hallway light casting him in long, intimidating shadows that stretched across the floor. His leather cut hung open over a black shirt, and his dark jeans were grease-stained, familiar signs of his world. There was something off in his posture—shoulders tense, but not in that calculated, ready-to-fight way. This was something else. Worn. Like he carried a weight no one else saw. He glanced at the untouched sandwich on the small table by the window. “You planning on starving yourself?”

said the professor, handing a towel to Kirin with a flattering expression on his face. Kirin took the towel to wipe his hands, then kicked at the Professor again. “Next time, I’ll shoot you together with the game!” After saying that, Kirin left in anger, together with the Kirin Squad. Ten minutes later, he arrived at the small bamboo forest. Black Reaper and White Reaper were helping Kirin prepare his ink. On the desk was a piece of paper and various types of brushes. Kirin walked towards the desk and constantly waved his brushes on the massive piece of paper.

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.

"Rei, what are you doing here?" I said surprised but happy to see Rei. Rei is a childhood friend of Kaname, Kami, and me. We grew up together since her father and my father were best friends, she also joined the war with us and her older brother but within the first year of the war, she lost her brother and became distant from the 3 of us. "I could ask you the same thing Karma, office work is never you're thing" "That is so true but my mom needed help so here I am. Why are you here?"

The other had eyes like still water. Eventually, the younger man stormed off. The other turned toward me. "Human," he said. "How are you?" I swallowed hard. "Who are you? Where am I?" "The underworld. The land of the dead." "Am I in hell?" He didn’t answer right away. "You’re not going anywhere. You ended your life before your time," he said. "Then why am I still here?" "Because of me," he replied. "You were meant to vanish, but I intervened. I’m giving you a second chance. You’ll return to the human world as a soul reaper."

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

Their veins were brittle, and their internal organs were being consumed by a cold, lightless rot that mirrored the very scythes they carried. The ground suddenly groaned as a massive obsidian platform descended from the indigo cliffs. Standing at the center was a figure who looked like a dark mirror of my husband. He was taller than the other Reapers: his skin a translucent graphite black that pulsed with a sickly grey fire. This was Malakor: the Reaper King. He held a scythe of pure compressed void that hummed with a frequency so low it made my teeth ache.

This was the first time Yoshiki came to this world and someone knocked on the door rather politely, wondering who the person responsible may be. Yoshiki walked up to the door and opened it. There standing behind it was a man, long black hair, one eye wearing an eye patch, and very tall, and next to him was a woman, black long hair, a straight elegant nose, almond blue eyes, Aria kade, cannon fodder 2.0.