Tokyo Ghoul White Reaper 소설 & 이야기

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.

Kaelion stood beside them, his cloak billowing despite the still air, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “They’re close,” he said. Aria nodded. “I feel them.” The Reapers. She didn’t know how many. She didn’t know what they wanted. But she knew they weren’t here to talk. Her mark flared. Kaelion stepped forward, his body tense, his voice low. “Stay behind me.” Aria didn’t argue. She didn’t want to. — The first Reaper emerged from the mist like a blade drawn from shadow. Tall. Cloaked. Masked. His armor shimmered with runes that pulsed in rhythm with the ley lines. His eyes glowed faintly—not silver like Kaelion’s, but red. Cold. Final.

More than a dozen zombies were thrown into the air, and White tiger took the opportunity to jump out of them. But at this time, the white tiger's fur had been torn open. Blood kept flowing out and dripped to the ground along the white tiger hair. White tiger's eyes were filled with rage. The spear shadow and the blue-red sword radiance swept across the sky. With a series of cracking sounds, the rushing Corpse Tide was torn open. But at this time, Xander Faris was very clear that the arc of Solana Gibson's Ghoul-Locker Spear and the sword radiance of Omar Pine were much smaller than before.

[Gia's POV] Death then proceeded with setting up a small ritual around the altar and began chanting words that were foreign and unintelligible to me. As he chanted his voice began to grow louder and take on an ethereal quality. His body seemed illuminated by an unseen light source and his eyes were momentarily drawn into two bright golden orbs before shifting back again into the deep red that they were prior. The two reapers had begun chanting in unison with him without pause while standing motionless at either side of the altar—staring straight ahead with vacant expressions on their faces.

This was like a flea trying to stop a tidal wave. --- ## Chapter 34: The Emerald Siege The White Wolf—the manifestation of our city’s collective soul—was a majestic, terrifying sight. It leapt through the air, its paws of chrome light finding purchase on the hull of the lead Reaper ship. Each strike of its claws sent shards of obsidian raining down like black glass, and its roar was a frequency that shattered the emerald spores before they could infect the ground. But it was alone. And the Reapers were a legion.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Their veins were brittle, and their internal organs were being consumed by a cold, lightless rot that mirrored the very scythes they carried. The ground suddenly groaned as a massive obsidian platform descended from the indigo cliffs. Standing at the center was a figure who looked like a dark mirror of my husband. He was taller than the other Reapers: his skin a translucent graphite black that pulsed with a sickly grey fire. This was Malakor: the Reaper King. He held a scythe of pure compressed void that hummed with a frequency so low it made my teeth ache.

she teased. "I doubt that he will even take notice of them, Ayira," I mumbled softly and she rolled her eyes and sighed, "you'll see." I held her hand while her other wrapped possessively around her box of cookies as we began to enter the city of reapers. Ayira's eyes widened and traveled around the entire area as she soaked in all the unusual sights. "This looks similar to a human city, Deagon," she mumbled softly and added, "The Grim reaper is the ruler of all you reapers?" I nodded my head and laughed at her seriousness.

Showing her of her evil deeds. And just like that the red in her eyes starts changing into pure white. As he sucks on her soul from her body. It slowly leaves her body. "Mercyyyyy!! Noooo! No...noooooooooooooooooo" But for Thaneos. The word mercy didn't meant anything. She shifts back into her human form . Her legs and arms frailing, thrashing. Everyone looks at the scene in fear. Their souls trembling. For the wolf in front of them, was here not just for their death. But to reap their karma.

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.