Ah Yes Reapers Novels & Stories

Reaper. I stared at the blood splattered across my white shirt in disgust. I'll probably throw it out. It's ruined now. I turned to face my victim with a sigh, ''Did I not...warn you not to make a mess?'' ''You fucking bastard!'' He yelled, blood flying out of his bloodied mouth. The blood landed on my pants this time. ''I hope you rot in hell. Fuck you! Fuck y-'' I yanked his head back by the hair and slowly raised a knife up to his eyeball. Trying to calm my breathing, I started to draw circles across his left eyelid with the knife. ''I told you...don't. Make. A. Mess.''

Everyone watched, and soon it became crystal clear what had happened. The so-called photos and videos were all AI deepfakes. Mira still tried to keep up her bravado. However, Noah tapped another file, and this time an audio recording played, shutting her down completely. “You worthless brat! Sneaking around with men at your age, and now you’re pregnant? How am I supposed to face anyone after this? You’re coming with me to get an abortion!” “No, Mom. I’ve got a better idea. I can use this baby to make a lot of money, but it depends on whether Cody agrees.”

“You did good.” She met his eyes. “I’m not done yet.” He gave a short nod. “None of us are.” A deep horn sounded from the dark. Ashley froze. “They’re calling someone in,” she whispered. Nolan’s eyes narrowed. “It is not Delgado this time.” Ace looked up sharply. “Then who the hell—” Before he could finish, a new wave of headlights flared at the yard. “That is not Iron Fang…” Nolan’s expression hardened as the engines closed in. “No,” he said quietly. “That’s Reapers.”

’ “And I’m sorry.” I held my breath, waiting for something to make me go on with my breathing. Lana looked up at him, her expression unreadable. For a long second, she said nothing. Then, she spoke. “Okay.” That was it. No speech, no lecture, no dramatic response to make Craig gasp. Just an okay. Grey nodded once, and sat down. And just like that, it was over within a few seconds. Craig leaned toward me slightly. “That was anticlimactic.”

We couldn't rest. There was no time. The moment we got Subject 13 stable and out of that nightmare chamber, Kieran sealed every exit behind us. My hands still shook from the fight with Alpha Zero. Tyra's voice crackled through the bass speakers. "They're coming." Kieran's face went dark. "How many?" A pause that lasted too long. "Not many. But it doesn't matter. These aren't scouts, Kaia. They're Reapers." The word hit me like ice water.

Hayes spoke again. “Four Reapers appeared tonight.” His voice echoed through the chamber. “Four.” He looked back at Ethan. “Do you know how many Reapers have been seen in the last century?” Ethan slowly shook his head. “Zero.” The word hit the room like a hammer. Hayes continued. “And they appeared the same night you awakened.” Ethan swallowed. “That’s… probably not a coincidence.” Lucian chuckled quietly. “Sharp boy.” Hayes ignored him. His attention remained locked on Ethan.

I found Seraphina in the heart of the facility, standing over an operating table prepared for a forced delivery. “Daughter,” she said calmly. “It’s time. The child belongs to something greater.” I raised my gun. “She belongs to *us*.” Damien appeared like death incarnate, covered in blood, eyes locked on Lucian. The brothers clashed brutally while I faced my mother. Seraphina smiled sadly. “You still don’t understand. Project Reaper was my gift to you. Your daughter will change everything.” I fired a warning shot near her feet. “The only thing changing is that this ends tonight.”

In fact, extended stays on the surface world is fatal to us. At the Helm, I’m joined by the three other reapers I saw at the abandoned airport on my first day. They’re all, just like me, controlled by Septimus with his variously styled gothic rings: talon, jester, and scorpion. Respectively they are Kera, the evil Valkyrie, Ankou, the creepy clown, and Yama Ranger, the four-armed and blue-skinned cowboy. Collectively they call themselves the Bureau of Transmigration. Not that they tell me things or they’re ever in a talkative mood. In fact, with the exception of Septimus and Ankou, the reapers are taciturn to the point of seeming mute. Ankou isn’t much of an improvement either with his posh

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

"A worker snapped. Took four of us to pull him off." Liora went to work, setting the dislocated shoulder. Dax swore, his face contorted in real, felt pain. No numbness. As Liora worked, Ronan leaned close. "The Reapers. They malfunctioned. One of them... spoke." Liora's hands stilled for a second. "What did it say?" "It said, 'the song'." The words hung between them. The Reapers were connected to the divine, to the old world, just like Ashiel had been. Were they remembering? Was the Geode's pulse waking them up, too?