Black Reapers Novels & Stories

Diego said "I am what you'd call a Pnevma. A host to one of the Ten Black Spirits." "Wait wait....black Spirits. " Altar said " I've only heared stories about Black Spirits. Spirits made of raw Dark Energy....i only thought those were myths" "Im as real as they come" Diego said," Theres one living inside of me. Last night you saw only a glimpse of what they can do. The thought of it is terrifying. Dorian wants my power. He wants to extract it from me and into himself so he can rule Beaunotique."

"They think we're just another High Council boundary patrol coming to purge their outposts." "Then let's go introduce ourselves," I said softly, my voice carrying that low, double-layered Sovereign resonance that caused the frost on the stone battlements to fracture into spiderweb patterns. We moved to the heavy iron descent cage—a massive, open-air lift suspended by ancient steel cables embedded deep within the mountain's core. Fifty chosen Blackwood Reapers, clad in winterized tactical armor and bearing heavy silver shields, loaded into the secondary cages on our flanks. The mechanical winch groaned violently, the ancient gears grinding against ice as the heavy floor gave way, dropping us

Lucifer, your going to come up the middle with Hellraiser. Reaper and Bonez throw down the empty guns. "Set these bitches on fire." I say pointing to the SUVs. I cloak us all as we start setting fire to the SUVs parked around the clubhouse. Using their paranormal strength Reaper and Bonez push burning SUVs against all the exits. No one will get in and no one will get out. The horde is so caught up in the fight none of them realize their guns have been taken out. Their getaway cars are out of commission. And their exits have been blocked.

“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.

the Reaper remarked in a sinister drawl. My sigh rattled down the line. “It’s about Claw. He sent a rogue to torch the apartment with me and my mate inside. I want blood, and I want it today.” “Say what?” the Reaper blurted, sounding shocked. I overheard him clambering out of bed and storming through his den. I listened, hearing him muttering an order to one of his henchmen. “I need ya to locate the bear shifter, Claw, and deliver him down to the cage. Kill anyone who gets in yaw way. I don’t care how y'all do it but keep him alive. The Beast wants his pound of flesh, and I want the bastard to suffer.” He swung his attention back to our discussion. “Consider it done. So, what else do ya and

Holding a baby with a black birthmark on his forehead at the edge of the cliff. "I saw it..." Black tears were flowing through her angelic face. "I saw.. it...this child." She pointed a black dagger made up of her blood to her son's face. "Rean! put my son down!!" A sudden thunder has struck the woman, lighting up the whole place. Kepler grins. His son was growing way too far from his grip. The other team has lightened up the torch with the red smoke, Alkhun lighted up the torch with black smoke...

Our youngest, little Dante — named after the inferno we had walked through — toddled between us, oblivious to the stakes but sensing the tension. This was the night the compulsion was supposed to activate. The night The Eclipse had promised our children would turn on us and walk willingly into their shadow empire. We had come to end it where it began. Damien stood at my side, the Reaper in full armor — black tactical gear, guns holstered, knives ready. His hand never left the small of my back, possessive even now. “If they come, we finish this,” he said, voice low and lethal. “No mercy.”

a rogue faction of the original tribe who had rejected the resonance ten thousand years ago to embrace the vacuum of the deep reach. The Reapers were a terrifying inversion of the Silver Crest evolution. Their skin was a dull, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the binary suns, and their eyes were pits of absolute white, devoid of the gold ring of the healer or the silver flash of the king. They didn't carry staves of light; they carried "Abyssal Scythes," jagged weapons of void-steel that hummed with a frequency designed to drain the resonance from any living thing. "The harvest is here," the lead Reaper hissed, his voice a discordant harmony that vibrated painfully in our mar

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 .

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