White Reaper Tokyo Ghoul นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She immediately joins me, stopping short when she sees Milner’s mouth opening and closing, making a strange, wheezing sound as he sticks his tongue out and waggle it around in an attempt to lick his lips. Willow stares at the man that somehow didn’t die when I decapitated him. She goes a little green around the gills and her mouth sets in a thin line of disgust. “It’s the same spell Agatha used on herself that's keeping him alive.” Raymond, the hybrid vampire, lands next to us and starts to laugh. “Moron.” “Is there something you can do?” Willow asks. “To kill him properly?” “There’s only one way I know of – someone has to go to the underworld to retrieve a soul reaper.”

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

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.

The hybrid's arms fall to the ground with the shackles. "Nice try fucker!" I swing my blade a second time decapitating him. Reaper has shifted into his mortal form. He hands me one of the two semi automatic handguns he is holding. We take off running and shooting anything that isn't a dragon, hellhound or king of hell. I scream as I watch Gunner's huge dragon body hit the ground. The earth shakes under our feet. When I finally get to him; what's left of Bael's horde is trying to retreat.

Golden human, not compared with human race cultivator, as long as the spiritual stone is not destroyed, the level 5 white-haired zombie will not have a serious effect on its attack. Iron Earth Ax kills white-haired zombies because the Slow Down Space Seal is in a state of stagnation, then turns back to kill. "How long do you two want to hide in the back?" Tadhg Walter is now cold Cadell Brian and Ghost Scene Female General two people for an hour. "Oh, oh, me, we're going out." Cadell Brian and Ghost Scene Female General stammered a reply, recovering from the dream scene, just seeing the chaotic battlefield full of dirt, the two people reacted to everything before their eyes dream.

The steel door slams against the concrete wall. A Reaper fills the doorway. He’s wearing a skull mask, holding a sawed-off shotgun. BOOM. Markos doesn't hesitate. He pulls the trigger. The sound in the small concrete room is deafening. It hits me like a physical punch to the chest. My ears ring instantly. The Reaper flies backward as if yanked by an invisible cable. His chest is a ruin of red and black. He hits the floor in the hallway and doesn't move.

The white light came from somewhere beneath my skin, washing outward, and I was on four legs before I realized that I had moved. The forest went quiet. Every wolf around us stilled. Menae glowed bright under the moonlight, white as the first snow of the season, and she and Shadow stood facing each other for one long breath. Then Shadow pressed his head against hers, slow and certain. And the light from Menae's coat spread outward like a wave, washing over every wolf in that clearing. I felt it go through the bond and through every warrior present like a tide. The healing warmth of the white wolf making them stronger. Steadier. More than they had been for weeks.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Just endless darkness. The Alpha Hunter let out a deep warning growl. The creature stopped walking. Its head tilted slightly. Like it was studying Ethan. Lucian sighed softly. “Well.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s unfortunate.” Ethan stared at the thing approaching them. “What… is that?” Lucian answered calmly. “That is called a Reaper.” Raven’s voice became sharp immediately. “There shouldn’t be one here.” Lucian nodded. “Agreed.” Ethan frowned. “And what exactly does a Reaper do?”

His high cheekbones and straight nose gave him a godlike complexion that were perfectly complemented by broad shoulders, tattooed arms corded in muscle and full lips that were currently pursed in concentration. He was handsome. Unbelievably so but Chloe couldn't work out why she couldn't look away. It wasn't like she hadn't seen attractive looking men before. Werewolves were naturally beautiful but something about this male had Chloe captivated. He was easily the definition of dangerous and perfect even with the scar that split one of his perfect black eyebrows in two.