Ah Yes Reapers Novels & Stories

Yet when Reyona shushed Junior’s exuberant clap by telling him this was serious business, and then said “Light, Camera! Action; Alysyn had only started her narration from after she woke up from surgery till that moment. When she was done, Reyona subtly asked “Is that all? Is there any other thing you want to add?” “What, nuuh, there is no…yes!” Reyona’s heart leapt only for her to hear. “And one more thing, Reyona the reporter is the best, bye!” Yes, the girl could be a charmer when she put her mind to it. It was just not what Reyona was expecting at the moment. Reyona had no choice but to say cheerily “And that is a wrap.”

Axel’s voice cut through the dungeon like a blade. Every sound stopped. The guards froze. Selene halted, her back stiffening before she slowly turned. Axel lifted his head, his chest rising and falling. His voice was steady, though it carried the weight of a man breaking himself in half. “I accept.” The dungeon gasped as one. Selene’s lips parted in a victorious smile. The Alpha’s expression darkened, his fury nearly boiling over, but he held his tongue. Tears poured from my eyes, my chest tightening. Relief warred with agony. He said yes… he said yes… but at what cost?

My lips stretched into a smile and I looked up at Damon, “Send my hate to the rest of you guys,” “I hope you have a life filled with chaos, strife and bitterness,” I spat barely audible, his facial expression didn’t change as he watched me slump to the ground and finally loose life. “Ahhh,” I exhaled deeply. Welcome hell. Deputy Devil here! • • Helen (Damon’s Adoptive Mom,) Harper lay still on her bed, the whole room was silent save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor beside her. She had been unconscious for five days now, Doctor said she was responding to treatment but might take a while to come back awake.

“Guys, he’s Dark, he’s a reaper.” “Reaper? Grim reaper?” Hugo asked. “Ah, just a reaper. There is no need to put on a grim,” said Dark. “Oh, okay. Sorry.” Hugo said. “They are the hunters. Cael, Hugo Raven, Damon and Kyra. They can help you with your problem,” said Tyler. “Problem? A reaper has a problem, too?” Damon asked.

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

Azeazel growled "this is not what I paid you for I wanted her gone, permanently because of this she will be reborn and he will find her again, he is her true mate" "There is nothing to be done about it, she was too pure too bright we could not claim her" the reaper replied "I have done as you requested and killed the girl, made it look like a human accident an unfortunate tragedy, you will pay me what I am owed" Azeazel rolled back the sleeve of his coat and used a knife to slice his wrist, the reaper held out a glass, its bony skeletal fingers wrapped tight around the base, the blood poured into it, and then Azeazel allowed the wound to heal

“Well, I’ve never had to explain any of this before, so I’m afraid I’m not going to be very good at it, but I’ll give it a try.” “Great.” Ru was feeling more accommodating than she expected herself to be. She leaned back into the cushion and crossed her legs, wondering what in the world he would say next. “Okay, well, what I was telling you earlier about the Reapers is all true. They are essentially demons commanded by Azrael. They have a role to play in society, to gather the souls of the dead when their time has come, but unfortunately, not all of them abide by the rules they’ve been given anymore. Some of them… take people they aren’t supposed to, unmarked souls.”

They are laughing and joking around like they haven't a care in the world. A song starts playing over the PA system and everyone goes to attention. The leaders of the Chosen begin filling out onto the stage and take a seat as the announcer begins his speech about the reaping. Over the years my family has always watched the reaping. It was one of the few things that we got to watch other than the news. I knew that my parents and grandparents would be gathered around the television watching and waiting to see what would happen to me.

she teased. "I doubt that he will even take notice of them, Ayira," I mumbled softly and she rolled her eyes and sighed, "you'll see." I held her hand while her other wrapped possessively around her box of cookies as we began to enter the city of reapers. Ayira's eyes widened and traveled around the entire area as she soaked in all the unusual sights. "This looks similar to a human city, Deagon," she mumbled softly and added, "The Grim reaper is the ruler of all you reapers?" I nodded my head and laughed at her seriousness.

He has a solid jawline, clean-shaven face, thinner cheeks with just the right amount of plumpness, dimples that would take any normal woman’s breath away, beautiful bright brown eyes with flecks of gold, a tall leanly-muscled build, and short dark brown hair that is always neatly combed to one side, but tufts at the top in a cute way. I give him a polite nod that contradicts the rude way that I shove past him to step inside. I wordlessly pass him the name and photo of my target that came with the job posting, fixing him with an intense emerald-green gaze. He already knows the drill and I’m not one for pleasantries or small talk. He gives a low chuckle at my straight-to-business attitude, “al