Tokyo Ghoul Black Reaper Novels & Stories

The players eyes widened in terror, as the three figures emerged from the shadows. Medusa stood tall, her hair writhing like snakes, each strand tipped with venomous fangs. Her eyes glowed like embers, piercing through the darkness. A stone-like mask covered her face, except for her full, crimson lips, curved into a wicked smile. The Reaper loomed beside her, his presence like a shadow cast over the land. His eyes were empty sockets, his skin gray and decaying. A black hood covered his face, and his tattered cloak billowed behind him. His blood streaked soulcutter was held firmly to his chest as though passing a silent warning.

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.”

"Not quite. I'm here investigating something." "Oh? Care to share? Maybe I can help out." Owen leaned forward, lowering his voice. "It's like this. I'm part of Black Sky Organization, and the second-in-command is an incredibly powerful figure known as Reaper—ranked ninth on the Shadow Ranking of Hitman Guild. "However, he's recently gone missing, and we haven't been able to contact him. The last place he was seen was here in Goldspire. The organization sent me to investigate and figure out what's going on."

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

He eyes us both before explaining. "You're right. Whether you chose to disclose the update about Mazari Electronics or not, it wouldn't matter." "Why not?" "The triad has become aware of a new threat. He calls himself the Reaper. He took out the Black Dragons in Los Angeles and seems to be going after the 14K."

I don’t doubt that it would stir panic if the second and third demon princes were seen in public. As for Gorshe, he is more useful. With his black flames, he could easily kill and drive away the flies in any location. Unfortunately, there’s only one of them, and he could not easily transport himself from one place to another. At night, it is my turn to help as the Dark Reaper. “Is Belphegor back yet?” I just got back in my room and asked when I felt Mammon and Leviathan returning. Immediately as I closed the door, the two demon princes appeared.

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”

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!"

Blake tightened his arm around my waist, holding me upright as the two of us looked at the map. A dark forest appeared, none of the trees had leaves on their branches, and one could tell that they had been dead for a while. An owl flew in the dark night before landing on top of what looked like a reaper’s scythe. The reaper had no face but the words ‘answer the question with all honesty or die,’ repeated itself in the air before the owl flew once again. I looked at Blake for a second before he nodded, assuring me that he was there for me. I knew that he was also scared of what he was seeing. This was not something that we were used to and the amount of magic could be felt within or veins.