Novel & Cerita The Black Reaper

No pupils, just slant lines, filled with sharp blue smoke in the place of eyes. His gaze zeroed in on her-- on them, and Belladonna could feel her powerlessness go through her veins like cold water. "You." He raised from his throne, slowly, like a ghost, floating in the air, his black raggedly robe adding to his eerie aura. He was like the reaper. Moved like death. Sounded like death. Belladonna could feel that awful feeling trapping her heart again, fighting her breathing. "I told you to never come back!"

I didn't want to be subjected to the torture of having to put up with this shitty attitude. "Do you even realize what you have agreed to?" Silas scoffed, looking down at me like a dumb child incapable of making decisions. "We cannot let you in on any of our business or plans without you belonging solely to The Black Rose... there will be no out for you," Silas emphasized. "Not even when Elijah's killer is found," he declared coldly—or rather, with a satisfied tone.

The usual admiration salute. The Eloesan people on the other hand had witnessed the most fearful experience in their entire life. Which is understandable, because after all, the thing that stood behind me were a big dark miasma, but inside that hazing miasma of light absorbing miasma, was a death reaper, wearing a weathered black hoodie, underneath that seasoned hoodie, were pale skull, with the bluish green fire as eyes and as it opened it’s bonny mouth the dark miasma constantly falling out, and on each of it’s hand, my death reaper were holding one it’s left hand a rose soaked with dripping red bloods, and on the left was the sharpest ever metallic rapier. And the entire parts that were v

There, four huge men dressed entirely in black waited like statues. They took me without a word, bundling me into a black SUV. The drive felt endless, the forest blurring past until we pulled up at a sprawling packhouse that looked imposing. They led me inside, through echoing halls, and finally into a vast living room. A tall man rose from a leather couch. He was over six feet, easily taller than Declan’s six-three frame, with dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and a muscular body that made him far more handsome than Declan had ever been. But the aura rolling off him was darker and deadlier than anything I had felt from even the strongest Alpha and my knees gave out instantly. I dropped to the

"The First Reaper." A massive shadow fell over the forest. A giant machine, shaped like a headless man with six arms, dropped from the sky. Each of its hands held a sword of black fire. It didn't speak. it just began to walk toward us, crushing the silver trees under its heavy feet. "Protect the Sovereign!" one of the survivors yelled, drawing a silver blade. The forest turned into a battlefield in seconds. The survivors charged at the Reaper, but they were swatted away like flies. The black fire swords cut through everything. I saw a girl with golden wings get sliced midair, her body vanishing into ash before she hit the ground.

He grabbed the shadow-child by the scruff of its swaddling clothes and lifted him up. Clement didn't wake up. He just let out a low, pathetic moan as the drain was disconnected. The infant opened its black eyes. It stared at Lucian. The room went ice-cold again. Lucian didn't flinch. He didn't drop the boy. He stared back into the void-eyes of the infant. "A Black Flag," Lucian murmured. A dark, terrifying chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Perfect. We’ll need a reaper for what’s coming."

Still, there was a subtle sound echoing from the direction of the cavern just as my tears were about to fall, and the merpeople all lowered their heads worshipfully towards it. Then, I heard a quiet but heart-stopping cry from the cavern. I couldn’t help flinching because it was very familiar—I had heard that cry before, and hence looked up at the cavern to find a merman appearing outside. Under the moonlight, I could make out his robust figure and his jet-black hair that was spread loosely over the water like seaweed, though I couldn’t make out anything specific from his face. His black tail was slowly surfacing and it glinted with a killing edge. Even his scales had a blade-like silver gli

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.”

A Reaper stepped through the portal opening. Tall, with ebony hair, he wore the long black cloak she expected to see, a scythe in his hand. The man quickly ran to the left of the portal, and then another Reaper appeared on his heels. Dressed identically, with the same weapon, he ran to the right. Then, another sprang forth, and another. Ru watched, her eyes wide as the Reapers continued to pour out of the portal, as if Hell had spilled an inkwell and the thick, black substance was covering the entire earth.

The bodies of the two attackers did not feel like ordinary flesh but more akin to puppets. "Who are you people?" Chase roared, his voice filled with fury. The black-clad man coughed blood, a grim smile on his lips. "Who are we? Haha... We're reapers. Everything on you... is ours now!" As he spoke, the man slammed a hand over the wound on his chest. A thumb-sized green talisman materialized, emitting a sharp, piercing hum.