Novel & Cerita White Reaper Tokyo Ghoul

Of course it was a facetime call, because the Haunter Supreme did dig cameras on him. I glanced at the screen when Amy picked up and saw he was driving. Surely going home after I screwed up his date. Another Barbie I owed an apology to. I ground my teeth and kept my eyes on the road and my mouth shut. “Talk to me, Amy,” he said, seeing her on screen first. “It’s a woman in a long white nightgown. White, dark hair, dark eyes. And she’s very pissed off.” “Any idea where the fuck she came from?”

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

"They’re coordinated. The Russians have provided satellite overwatch. They know exactly where we are." We burst into the hallway. The air was thick with the smell of cordite and blood. I saw the first of the Reapers—men who had been twisted by a raw, unstable version of the Rose. Their skin was grey, their eyes weeping a dark, viscous fluid. They didn't feel pain. They didn't feel fear. They only knew the hunger for the Catalyst.

Not what she expected from a gang compound. They walked down a hall. Through a door into a massive office with large desk and windows. A man was seated by the desk on his fifties maybe. Gray at his temples. Same sharp eyes as Ghost. Same way of looking at people like they were nothing.. "Sit." The Vipers shoved them into chairs. Remove the zips, Maya felt relieved around her wrist and rubbed it. They were red marks where the plastic cut in. "I'm Reaper," the man said. "Ghost was my brother."

“There has to be a way.” I spun to the red-haired man. My hand shot out grabbing his wrist. And I froze. I could touch him. His skin was solid beneath my fingers, warm even. I stumbled back, eyes wide. “Who… who are you? Are you here to take me?” “Take you? That’s flattering. He laughed. A low, mocking sound that sent shivers down my spine. Some call me many names. Reaper. Collector. Soul Keeper.” His smirk deepened as he leaned close “But you, little ghost, can call me… Red.”

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.

he said ---- Lyra could feel all the pain gone; her head wasn’t banging like the night before. She even saw her mother. She was finally dead. She smiled until.. “I'll cut every part of you while keeping you alive and add them to my collection!” She shot her eyes open immediately, only to see a man in a white uniform. Was he her guardian angel? But to her left was a man in a black shirt, with the first five buttons undone, showing his bulging chest muscles. He must be the reaper angel..but that was until she saw his face and screamed. He was Remy Hawthorne.