Tokyo Ghoul White Reaper Novels & Stories

I wanted to prove him wrong — but today, all I could do was watch. The first match began under the open sky, with an arena made of enchanted vines and silver dust. The energy in the air shimmered with power as both sides took positions. “First duel,” an elf announcer called. “Lyra Bloodworth, Vampire of Paranormal High versus Therion Vael, Fire Adept of Sylvaren!” Therion stepped forward — tall, graceful, with crimson eyes and a smirk that screamed arrogance. His hands burned with blue flame. “Try not to burn yourself, vampire,” he said smoothly.

"Who would have thought that Mr. Latham, who appears so solemn and dignified, would have a son?" "If you look at the both of them, they don't resemble each other at all." "Alas. Young people nowadays will say anything just for the sake of money." "It's no surprise that everyone is shocked by this person's sudden appearance. It seems like he might be an illegitimate child that Mr. Latham has no recollection of." Upon realizing that the "family reunion" drama was about to go off the rails, I subtly signaled to the reporter standing at the corner. I gracefully lifted my gown and confidently walked over to Callum. I then took his arm and handed him a document.

I don’t remember feeling worse about myself, or so guilty, ever before in my whole life. I watched him pull over again outside a house and honk, the night sky of an awful dark red outside his window. To my surprise, it was Ted, one of the two remaining Haunters, who came to his car. Brandon lowered his window and handed him two big bags that looked full of takeout. “The water is in the trunk,” he said, moving to open his door. “I’ll get it,” his friend replied, stopping him from getting out of the car. “You close the window and go home, bro. Thank you.”

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Harlan raised Riven’s arm higher, but the celebration was short-lived. A deep voice boomed from the shadows near the back of the warehouse. “I’m not done yet, Reaper.” A massive figure pushed through the throng. Jaxor Veyl another underground legend with a shaved head, jagged facial scars, and a body built like a wrecking ball. He was known for dirty fights and even dirtier tastes. Harlan’s gold tooth flashed in a wicked grin as he winked at the newcomer. “We got ourselves a bonus round, boys! Reaper versus Veyl. Winner still takes the prize.”

He had traded our location, and the fragile existence of the unborn Heir inside my womb, to secure his own survival in the new Regency world order. "White ghosts," I whispered, the words freezing in my throat as the dark perimeter of the chamber began to bleach. The escalation was an instantaneous, blinding invasion. From the fractures in the data walls, thousands of high-frequency, sterile pale figures materialized—the specialized extraction avatars of the Sovereign executioners, known across the sectors as the "White Ghosts." They didn't use crude force; they deployed a systemic white-out protocol designed to bleach and erase any corrupted data in the mainframe.

A reaper that will work for Umbra and only Umbra. Rain begins to pour over the top of us as we fight. More wolves come to fight as both my wolves and the wolves with Chaos grow in numbers, but I have something Chaos doesn't have. I have the ancestors. The ancestors pour the rain over us and bring the thunder. They push Chaos and his wolves back into the woods. "Be gone!" The ancestors say. The rain clears, and the wolves collapse to the ground. I look to my right to see Fallon and Libby. "They want me to die. Does anyone want me to be the reaper?" Fallon asks.

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

I took a deep breath as his gaze sent chills down my spine, forcing myself not to meet his eyes with my own. I had to remind myself who he really was. He was the Reaper, the man who killed his whole family, the man who could kill with his bare hands. I had to remember that, I couldn’t let myself see him as handsome…even if I couldn’t deny that he certainly was. I pulled out a chair on my end of the table, as far away from Kael as possible. Before I could sit, I heard a low growl coming from Kael, making me snap my eyes back to his face.

The woman behind me, points at me and screams, "He killed her." Scanning the crowd around me, I catch a glimpse of red and look closer. There she stands, the soul eater with her black soulless eyes just smiling at me with that smile that still creeps me out. You would think that it wouldn't after all this time, but it still gives me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Then the door to the warehouse swung open. Decker Kane, the Reaper King, stood at the entrance with his skull mask on and his hand through a person's scalp with his fingers pushing out of their eye sockets. A wet, sucking sound echoed as Decker ripped his hand free, the body crumpling down to the floor. He stepped over it, wiping his gloved fingers on his thigh, leaving dark smears.