White Reaper Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

I open my eyes, and bring out the Eye of the Reaper, which represents the watchful gaze of Death, symbolizing my ability to see and interact with the realm of the deceased, but nothing happens again. I stifle my frustration, but a scream breaks from me as I chant

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.”

My face paled instantly realizing I was stuck in this position “You can’t go anywhere, I have you trapped here white wolf.” She said with a bored tone. “Who are you and what the hell do you want? I said calmly to her as I looked into her white eyes. “It’s not really a want because I’m already going to take what’s mine.” She walked closer to me smiling evily as she ran a hand down my cheek. If I could shift I would had bitten her arm off. “My name is Agatha and I'm the strongest dark witch you’ll ever meet darling.” she walked back over to her spot watching me.

I was unprepared for what I saw. A tall gargoyle-like creature stood over me with a pure white body that clashed blindingly against the darkness of the woods around us. I had never been frightened of light until that moment. The Grim Reaper did not always come in shades of black. This time, it came in a bright white light that threatened to consume me alive. Screams tore from my throat, but the creature remained unfazed, enjoying my panic. It enjoyed every ounce of fear it felt from me. Its beady eyes looked at me as if it was trying to decide which part of me to consume first.

“Yes, now we come to the main point. The one that ruined your life… the ‘Akaname’ (Filth licker) is the one we’ve been chasing around for a few years prior to your incident. At some point we gave up on it and decided to hunt something else but nothing ever showed up so we had to stick to it. After some research we finally found some leads on it. And because of that we did get the leads to the other ‘Yokai’ who were lurking in the darkness as well. I think there were at least 15 back then when we found a lead on the Akaname.” “Wait. Are you sure it was the Akaname?” “What do you mean? It hung from the ceiling, right?” “Yes but it used me like a doll.” “A doll? Then maybe it wasn’t an Akaname.

The scream that rips out of me isn’t just grief; it’s full of agony and rage. Zion appears in the doorway, a towering black wolf, his eyes glowing gold in the smoke and flashing lights. He snarls, head low, teeth bared, his entire body tensed to strike. “Kill them all,” I whisper, voice shaking with anger. He launches without hesitation. His jaws close around Reaper’s shoulder, and with a sickening crunch, he rips the entire arm free from its socket. Blood sprays across the floor. Screams echo through the room. Reaper goes down hard.

Then I grabbed the Ducati keys from the hall table so hard they cut into my palm. I headed toward the elevator with murder in my bloodstream and fire in my lungs. Richard had tried to kill her. Aaron had hidden her from me. But both of them had forgotten one critical thing. One fatal thing. I wasn’t a corporate prince. I wasn’t a politician. I wasn’t civilized. I was a Reaper. And Reapers did not let go of what belonged to them.

Zeus said to me. "I am not going to mate with a low level Omega that would be bad for my soon to be pack" I said to Zeus. Then quickly pushed him to the back of my mind hushing him up, all of a sudden all my senses were on high alert. I smelt a wolf, I came to a complete stop, and I looked around but couldn't see anyone around me. I slowly crept around to an opening in the woods, that's when I saw the most beautiful white wolf ever seen. she was just laying down beside the pond. Impossible I thought to myself I've never seen a white wolf no one would believe me. "I can not connect with her it's like there's no soul in her, no one to talk to" Zeus said.

The usual admiration salute. The Eloesan people on the other hand had witnessed the most fearful experience in their entire life. Which is understandable, because after all, the thing that stood behind me were a big dark miasma, but inside that hazing miasma of light absorbing miasma, was a death reaper, wearing a weathered black hoodie, underneath that seasoned hoodie, were pale skull, with the bluish green fire as eyes and as it opened it’s bonny mouth the dark miasma constantly falling out, and on each of it’s hand, my death reaper were holding one it’s left hand a rose soaked with dripping red bloods, and on the left was the sharpest ever metallic rapier. And the entire parts that were v

"But one who helps pay my bills and keeps the Reaper Cartel off my back." That name ought to spark the fear of God in anyone and everyone. The Reaper was a foreign species of shifter whose kind wasn't much welcome here at Whitehaven. The guy was a reptile, cold-hearted, and merciless. And I'm not kidding either. He was a gator, and a big fucker too. He hid under the radar of the Alpha dog, Alec White, in the underbelly of Lakewell. It wasn't only this place he had a scaly hand in. It was guns, drugs, and prostitutes. His name wasn't above the door of the casinos and strip clubs, but the guys who ran those types of places were all on his payroll. "Ain't wolves supposed to be loaded?" I asked