Tokyo Ghoul White Reaper Novels & Stories

“I’ve been guessing for a while but I think it is confirmed now, that child is not a pure blood.” “The heck do you know, if he wasn’t a pure blood Hunter the altar will not even react to his blood.” “You know what I think, I think he’s possessed.” “Arrrgh….. you’re such an idiot.” “Hey I think I once heard a rumour about Hunters with white eyes like his.” “What about them?” “I heard that the only two times they ever appeared, they almost wiped out the entire race.” “The heck…. Is that even possible?” “What do you know, I overheard my great grandpa talking about it with my father.”

His fangs dripped with an otherworldly venom, and his claws, capable of rending the earth itself, twitched with an insatiable bloodlust. Across from him stood Alex, the revered clan leader of Gaia, a beacon of hope and resilience amidst the chaos of the impending apocalypse. Her aura shimmered with the iridescent light of The god of crystal, the eight-tailed supreme god, a being of immeasurable power and benevolence. Her eyes, like pools of molten crystal, reflected the unwavering determination of a protector, ready to sacrifice everything to safeguard his people and the world they held dear.

Ripper hands me my guns and I take them and check them before I leave the clubhouse with Rebel and Dante behind me. I kiss them both and take Rebel’s face in my hands and look into her honey coloured eyes. “We will find who did this and they will wish for death,” I say to her, her hands placed over mine. I place my forehead against hers, closing my eyes to centre myself. “Can’t have the reaper without his Scythe.” She whispers, and I open my eyes and look into hers. She knows who I am and what I am capable of. They don’t call me Scythe for nothing. The instrument of the Reaper. The instrument of death.

All I saw were dead men walking. I went through their ranks like knife through butter, cutting them down before they could even say a word or try to run away. The one who attacked me took to his heels once he saw the carnage I unleashed but he was way too slow. Even as I carried Athena in one hand, I was in front of him in a second. "Who sent you?" I asked coldly, my eyes glowing ferociously. The werewolf stared at me in shock for a few seconds before snarling again, and slit his own throat.

"Firstly, I want to tell you all that I'm grateful for setting me free. Secondly, I as a grim reaper would go back to my post and continue my job. Thirdly, I don't give a fuck of whatever is happening to god" "Grim Reaper, you are not allowed to cuss in the palace " The second Elder reprimanded. "Whatever " She mouthed and turned to leave but suddenly her body was bound with a chain making her unable to leave. "Grim Reaper Rose, This is your mission you are not allowed to reject it. Accepting it guarantees your freedom." The Third Elder dressed in a blue apparel suddenly spoke. His voice was gentle and could make anyone listen to him but unfortunately the person is Rose Blair.

Everyone halted and frantically looked around, searching for the source of the noise. The Reapers came out of nowhere, but were instantly everywhere, filling all the previously-empty spaces, grabbing shoulders, tugging mortals along. Doors were thrust open and filthy mortals pulled out, often barely dressed or not dressed at all. One man was dragged by his ankles, screaming and clawing the mud, making it bunch up beneath his nails. Most of the Reapers were on foot, but some rode on the backs of horses with white bone bodies. These steeds weren’t precisely skeletons—it was as though their muscles were made of bone. Their eyeless skull heads were engorged, sprouting devilish horns.

“You and I will fight like warriors. If you win, I'll tell you my goal. And if you lose, your life will be mine.” Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could k

I couldn't see his face because of his hoodie, he looked like a white reaper. "That's my sister, " I said standing to my feet, "give her back please," "Please? Are you stupid? She's now a hostage of the quincy pairings, " the white reaper said to me. "No, I'm sorry I can't allow that, " I said starting at the white reaper. "Calm down Karma, don't lose control, " Gem said teleporting the commander again. "I'll tell you once more after that all bets are off,"

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

Reaper yelled, fumbling for the darts. Too late. Rabbit launched himself at Reaper, teeth sinking into the meat of his forearm. Reaper bellowed, tried to shake him off, but two more were already up, moving wrong, too fast, too strong. Ghost fired a dart into one’s neck; the man didn’t even flinch, just turned and charged. I saw the shiv in his hand, a jagged piece of bedframe, and I reacted on instinct. My rifle coughed twice, it's was a center mass.