Reaper X Sombra นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I try to breathe, but my rib cage feels crushed inward, my vision dissolving into a blur of gray spots and spinning green needles. Through the haze, I see the creature. It is an enormous brown Reaper, its jaw wide open as strings of blue saliva drip from its fangs. Its eyes are completely bloodshot, filled with pure hatred as it focuses entirely on me, its claws digging into the mud as it prepares to charge again. Then, a dark blur shoots across my vision like a cannonball. A terrifying roar breaks from his throat as Damon’s human form completely dissolves mid-air, his body shifting with a violent surge of silver light until a huge, midnight-black wolf slams directly into the Reaper’s side.

I was in a daze as I tried to figure out what was happening, it was then that a girl appeared in front of me catching my mate before she could fall to the ground. I stood on the spot dumbfounded as I tried to understand what just happened. I could see the disdain in her eyes when she rejected me, there was also a hint of anger in her eyes. I knew that there is a high chance that I will be rejected if my mate is not a rogue like but being rejected with disdain made me angry. I knew that she must have felt the aura on my body which made her realize that I was a rogue but being rejected as soon as she saw me hurt my pride.

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.

"F*ck! I was terrified to death! It's excessively frightening!" "This reaper is so strong! It's so frightening!" "That is incredible, that is truly extraordinary. This little charlatan passed on excessively well!" "Today is by all accounts strangely ridiculous!" "Which livestream wasn't horrendous? Each livestream is ridiculous!" "Truth be told, however this time it's significantly more ridiculous than previously! This is just the main game, and there's now a particularly appalling demise. Just a head's been shaved off by the reaper!" Projectile messages were conveyed in a thick stream, and a wide range of remunerations were sent over, as though they were free. The whole live transmission ro

I nodded my head to the reaper. Atlas pressed his wrist to Sasha's mouth but she didn't respond. Nearing her ear I encouraged her with my words. "Please feed on the reaper's blood. It is full of magic that will heal you quickly." Her yellow eyes opened slightly and she frowned. "I cannot, I am not a hybrid," she choked out. Gritting my teeth I glared at Faelon and the reaper. Biting my wrist, I tilted her head and let my blood drip into her mouth.

, my body feels too heavy *zzooommmm* Suddenly someone came out from behind, and it was carrying a Crescent Scythe as I see who it is, It is Grim Reaper! I bombarded him immediately of questions. “GRIM REAPER!!! why is my foot disappearing? it’s just 8 pm!!” “There is a huge chaos in the underworld and spirit world so I also do not know what is happening, all of us, GRIM REAPERS, are in the state of battle mode.”- Grim Reaper. unlike before he is more serious now

Xavier mocked, following his chilling smile irritated the reaper. "I am here because of the mess you two have created in the hell. You two don't belong here. And don't play with the humans," Joseph, the reaper growled, looking at Xavier, and with one swish of his fingers, the environment changed to normal. No one did not feel something was wrong or suspicious, and the woman again started straddling Xavier. "Reaper, you are so biased. Next to you, the hell king is sitting and smoking leisurely. But you are putting your finger on me only," Xavier said, and teased the woman, rubbing her perked nipple with his finger.

A goon lunged, his blade flashing, but I caught his wrist, snapping it, his scream cut short as I drove my knife into his gut, twisting until he stilled. “Burn it,” I growled, my voice low, my men torching crates of cocaine, flames licking the walls. One of Salazar’s lieutenants, a wiry bastard named Rico, begged on his knees, his hands raised. “Please, Reaper, I didn’t—” I shot him between the eyes, blood pooling, my boots stepping over his corpse. My men flinched, their glances uneasy, but I didn’t care. This was me now—cold, merciless, the devil they’d forgotten.

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”