Tokyo Ghoul Black Reaper Novels & Stories

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.

Chance lifted me and carried me over to the satin covered couch and sat with me as his eyes ran over my neck. "The skin is gray and black and appears to be dead and spreading. I've only seen this type of magic during our war and it was," he stopped and bit his lip. I smiled through the pain and felt my reaper mist spread up around my blackened skin like it was trying to heal it. Chance watched in shock and smiled quickly.

Yman passed by on Kiko with a smug, before he used his Rapid Leap skill again to lose the trail of the three mini golems. Because of this, the golems suddenly stopped their pursuit. The aggro was gone after Yman left them at a specific distance. The mini golems were looking for the new target. And the one nearest at them was no other than that person with mana coating around his body and currently fighting some of their kind. The golem's eyes suddenly glowed in red as they pounced their massive body towards Kiko. Kiko wanted to cry. Even the spectators watching the scene were dumbfounded. What kind of horror was this? Everyone's thought. Only the random gulping sounds were discernible at the

They feed on human souls and flesh. Serra never saw one but they said the monster has scarlet glowing eyes, long and sharp razor-like talons, long black slithered body with black smoke coming out. The Reapers cannot be killed or even wounded by any weapons forged on earth. They are dimensional creatures and only those who draw power from other dimension can kill them, the Inkurs. The image of the monster gives shiver to her skins. She will never wish to meet one.

I walked to it and found the white bricks. I threw it up in the air, weighing it for a bit before turning forward and throwing it. Garett who was at the entrance of the truck caught it, his knife already out as he dug it in, took out some of it, and sniffed. I held back my disgust, my eyes watching him momentarily flare up in pleasure before he sniffed and shrugged, “It’s quite good,” I nodded and walked back out. Mr Smith stood sheltered by his guards, his smile wide and pleasing. “I hope everything meets your expectations, Reaper?”

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 truck engine idles, a deep, mechanical growl that vibrates in the pavement beneath my boots. I press myself into the brick recess of the corner building, holding my breath. My heart hammers against my ribs like a trapped bird. The Reaper who stepped out of the garbage truck—a giant with a shaved head and a beard braided with metal rings—holsters his radio. "Load him up," he commands. Two more men jump out from the back of the truck. They wear black tactical gear, no cuts. Mercenaries? Or just Reapers dressed for war?

Fenris yelled from the front. I looked out the reinforced window. The sky wasn't green anymore. It was **Black**. One of the Reaper ships had rebooted. But it wasn't firing spores. It was descending slowly, its obsidian hull transforming. It wasn't a ship anymore. It was becoming a massive, multi-legged **Colossus**, a metal god designed to crush anything that moved. And standing on the head of the Colossus, silhouetted against the dark sky, was a figure that made my heart stop.