Novel & Cerita Ah Yes Reapers

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.

The other had eyes like still water. Eventually, the younger man stormed off. The other turned toward me. "Human," he said. "How are you?" I swallowed hard. "Who are you? Where am I?" "The underworld. The land of the dead." "Am I in hell?" He didn’t answer right away. "You’re not going anywhere. You ended your life before your time," he said. "Then why am I still here?" "Because of me," he replied. "You were meant to vanish, but I intervened. I’m giving you a second chance. You’ll return to the human world as a soul reaper."

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

I deadpanned and Clyde snickered, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling in his throat. “Oh, that’s Hawar being…well, Hawar.” He said just as he came to a stop a few feet before the rug. He picked up one of the bottles lying around, hitting a spoon against it which caused a sharp, clinking sound to cut through the noise. “Can I have your attention?” All eyes were on us now and the noise slowly died down. “Rebels, I’d like you to meet our newest members, Nyx and Narin.” Hoots of excitement rose into the air and we were dragged into the center of the rug. The rebels danced around us, still chanting in excitement and all I could do was smile and wave.

These people are crazy. The Reapers hissed. There were five of them and they slithered quickly towards the dead bodies and bite them off immediately. A Reaper bit the old man's head and Mira could see the eyeballs rolling to the ground. She closed her eyes and felt her stomach turned inside out. She forced herself not to throw up. The Reapers were eating the dead bodies like a dog who haven't eaten a week. Bits of flesh and blood were sprayed everywhere. The whole arena was filled with the smell of blood and death, mixed into a one gruesome smell.

Kaelion stood beside them, his cloak billowing despite the still air, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “They’re close,” he said. Aria nodded. “I feel them.” The Reapers. She didn’t know how many. She didn’t know what they wanted. But she knew they weren’t here to talk. Her mark flared. Kaelion stepped forward, his body tense, his voice low. “Stay behind me.” Aria didn’t argue. She didn’t want to. — The first Reaper emerged from the mist like a blade drawn from shadow. Tall. Cloaked. Masked. His armor shimmered with runes that pulsed in rhythm with the ley lines. His eyes glowed faintly—not silver like Kaelion’s, but red. Cold. Final.

The morning air was thick with the scent of ozone and wet earth. The machines below the mountain were quiet, but the air above was screaming. High in the clouds, the steady thrum-thrum-thrum of heavy engines returned. This wasn't the sound of Julian’s helicopters or the Council’s polite shuttles. These were the "Reapers," black, silent warships that the Council used only when they wanted to erase a city from the map.

"He rebuilt it. And now, the landlord is coming to collect." I gestured to the window, where the Emerald Tower was pulsing. "The signal my father was tracking wasn't a message of peace. It was a beacon. The Architects were the automated system—the 'software' designed to keep the crop healthy. But the **Reapers**... they are the 'hardware.' They are the physical force that comes to harvest the 'Grey Flame' once it’s matured." "And you think it’s matured?" the General asked. "I’m the proof," I said. I raised my hand, and a small, stable flame of grey light flickered above my palm. "I broke the simulation. I merged the realities. To the Reapers, I’m the prize. And this city is the garden."

"For real?" "Yeah," Maya said. "I watched. He's gone." Dominic nodded. Closed his eyes. "Alright. Done then." "Not done yet," Maya said. "Still gotta get away from here." "Yeah," Dominic said. "Still that." Sat there. Getting air back. Vipers still coming. Not over till they were clear. But Reaper was dead. Guy who started everything. Who kept it going. Who wouldn't quit. Finally dead. Had to mean something.

"What is your name? If you are interested, you can come to Mythos Academy for testing." I smile, my eyes curving into crescents. "My name is Rea Reed." I look at the dead monster, then back at the angel. "Rea, as in...the Reaper."