Novel & Cerita White Reaper Tokyo Ghoul

Figures were emerging from the fog. At first she thought they were ghosts, but their forms held too much weight, too much presence. They moved like shadows wrapped in tattered remnants of armor, scythes and chains hanging limp at their sides. Some had masks, some didn’t. All of them carried the same mark she once bore — the faint silver scar where the tether met the chest. “Reapers,” she whispered. One turned toward her, its face gaunt and pale beneath a cracked helm. “Once,” it said, voice soft as dust. “Not anymore.”

the one who is chasing her was almost close to her! “PLEASE!, HELP ME GRIM REAPER!!!!”. I plead, I plead to the Grim Reaper to help the Grim Reaper just stared at where Me Ann was “PLEASE!! HHWWUUAAA!!!” my tears are dripping and begging GRIM REAPER to save Me Ann “PLEASE!!! HELP ME!!!!” “is that... a zombie... so that’s how it is”- Grim Reaper “HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!!” He only looks at me intently, then suddenly he lifts his crescent scythe and stabs me with it!

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

Fuck you, Ryan," I muttered. With resentment running in my capillaries, I dipped at him. However, he stopped my attack with his palm, held my fist then twisted my hand. Before I could make another move, he hit me on the chest with his leg, sending me a few meters backwards. Coughing out blood, I rose to my feet. I scrutinized him again but he is no longer on the spot. Surrounding us now are the reaper's soldiers, their bodies emitting black smoke. The black hood that is covering their face makes them look scary, copulating with how they are gritting their teeth together like a wolf. They had equine's soles instead of normal human limbs, long scarves like hijab, and a metal gauntlet in each h

He continued to stare at me until something else drew his attention away. Hunters had a strange dichotomy playing out. Their mission was to kill genetically enhanced creatures. The white wolf, a genetically enhanced creature, was their sign from God or a talisman validating their deeds. Stupid. The rest of the night was uneventful. I dreamed of running through the meadow with Ghost and Magnus and moments with my father. I thought of my friends, Gunnar, Diesel, Clara, Adam, and Uncle Harris. I pondered the coming Hunter War. Was I the match that would activate a slaughter?

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

The hiss of the draining pod was the loudest sound Sela had ever heard. It filled the small, cold room, drowning out the frantic beat of her own heart. The clear liquid swirled down, revealing the body of the Reaper inch by inch. He was tall, with short-cropped hair and a face that was all sharp angles, even in sleep. He wore the simple grey tunic and trousers of the Citadel, now plastered to his skin by the fluid. His eyelids fluttered.

[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.

“You need a spear to kill a woman?” A Reaper stopped and stared at her, its lifeless eyes boring into hers. She didn’t know if it understood anything she was saying, but it slowly grinned and tossed its spear onto the ground. “That's it,” she whispered. “You want to take me on?” It stepped over Gabriel and raised its arms into a fighting stance. Focused on Aurora, it did not see Gabriel slowly reaching for the dagger concealed beneath the snow. As the Reaper took its final step, Gabriel rose up and buried the weapon deep into its back. It fell forward and black blood oozed out across the snow.