Black Reapers Novels & Stories

“What do you mean by that?” She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she simply lifted a trembling hand and pointed through the bone door, to the heart of the cave. Outside, a ritual had already begun. They weren’t ordinary werewolves. These were something else entirely, women only, cloaked in black garments. Their skin shimmered red, not naturally, but as if they’d anointed themselves in gore. Their eyes glowed faintly in the firelight. Magic radiated off them like heat. There were no children. Just women, and death. My mind snagged on the thought: How do they reproduce? But the question was lost beneath the growing dread.

Apparently, they now traveled in small packs when dealing with shifter deaths because Fenrir had killed one years ago who had tried to drag Lydia’s soul to Hell. My gaze dropped to their scythes. Reapers were low-level angels, one level below the foot soldiers they used as cannon fodder during battles. The only dangerous things about them were their weapons. “I told you we’d encounter the illegal psychopomps,” the male reaper said to his female companion. “If they’re not haunting wolf-shifter deaths, they’re infiltrating the Fifth Faction and stealing souls.” I rolled my eyes, even though his assessment of us was accurate. “Let’s be respectful of the recently bereaved and settle our differen

"Well, I honestly never thought of this place as creepy, you know." "Why? Let me remind you, it's a cemetery." "The place where dead bodies of people come to rest forever." "Exactly?" I confirmed but it never faded the smile on his face. He held my hand and kissed it as he looked into my eyes. "People who are alive are damned scarier than dead ones."

"Hacker, understand—" But Hacker had already turned and stormed off, his shoulders slumped in defeat. "Let's move out," Venom said, his voice low and even, but his eyes lingering on Hacker's retreating form with a hint of concern. Hacker stops to watch as the car drives out of the clan, "I'm not a kid, why can't they just understand?" he muttered angrily, quickly running to the control room in order to watch their step. *** The Reapers stood at the edge of the Black Jungle, their faces set with determination. The air was thick with the sounds of dangerous animals and the scent of decay. Towering trees loomed above, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching for the sky.

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

Everyone halted and frantically looked around, searching for the source of the noise. The Reapers came out of nowhere, but were instantly everywhere, filling all the previously-empty spaces, grabbing shoulders, tugging mortals along. Doors were thrust open and filthy mortals pulled out, often barely dressed or not dressed at all. One man was dragged by his ankles, screaming and clawing the mud, making it bunch up beneath his nails. Most of the Reapers were on foot, but some rode on the backs of horses with white bone bodies. These steeds weren’t precisely skeletons—it was as though their muscles were made of bone. Their eyeless skull heads were engorged, sprouting devilish horns.

In the center of the room was what appeared to be an altar made from black stone and marble with a single flame burning atop it. On either side of the altar were two reapers—one male and one female—dressed in matching black robes and hoods that covered their features from view except for their eyes which were a deep dark red color like blood. An archway stood offset the altar, leading to another room. The atmosphere in this chamber was one of torture and screams as if used for black magic and sacrifice. The energies of the reapers felt like that of shame, disgust, and imprisonment. As we walked forward into this mysterious chamber, I could feel my heart racing from anticipation at what might

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.”

Outside the room, I could hear Remy crying in her crib, and the hollow, shuffling sounds of Elaine moving like a ghost through the hallways. “Have you heard of the Reaper King?” My blood stilled. Everyone in the smuggling business had heard the name. The man with the title had his hands in everything. Drugs, guns, people— anything that could be bought or sold, the Reaper King had a finger in it. His ruthlessness, the stuff of nightmares. “No one knows who he is.” “But you have him in your house right now.” The words hung in the air like a noose. I turned. Looked through the cracked door of the room where we'd set Decker up. He was laying on the bed, unconscious bandages wrapped around his ch

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho