Black Reapers Novels & Stories

"You can't kill everyone, Jackson. You're one man." "I'm not alone." The sound of motorcycles filled the alley. Headlights illuminated us. Hawk. Viper. Torch. And behind them, a dozen more Steel Serpents. All loyal. All ready to fight. Reaper's face went pale. "No. You were supposed to be at the safe house." "We were. Until we figured out your game." Hawk got off his bike. "It's over, Reaper. You're outnumbered. Outplayed. Done." "I'm never done." Reaper reached for something in his jacket.

“Why will the reaper division be here”? Solution asked in alarm. “Did they detect you”? She asked “No they didn't”. Cabrera replied much to the relief of solution. “Can someone tell me what this reaper division is”? Avery asked, with confusion written all over her face. “So basically the reaper division comprises of the best and most elite hunters in our pack”. Solution explained. “I use the word hunters because they are usually deployed when his majesty wants someone unalived”. She said.

Reaper I made good on my promise. I turned the entire southside into a slaughterhouse. For the first twenty-four hours, the Midnight Reapers moved like storms. We kicked in the doors of every known Skulls trap house, every front business, every warehouse by the docks. We broke bones, shattered teeth, and dragged their bleeding lieutenants into the mud.

I looked between his eyes, watching the black flicker to brown in and out until his beast won, the black consuming the orbs entirely, leaving no white. “You… the gods cursed you? You’re not D…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say. He wasn’t Death? He wasn’t a God? It all sounded so ridiculous now that I was about to vocalize it to his face. “I may not be a mortal, but I’m not a God.” He chuckled darkly. “Then what are you?” I asked, terrified to hear the answer. “A reaper.” He whispered, and my blood turned to ice.

John took a few steps back in fear, Renee's tears falling as she listened to them while she was tied with an imaginary tie that wouldn't make her move. Black, in the form of Zayn, ran at high speed towards John, who did not find time to protect himself as he found himself brutally on the ground. He screamed with his hands on his face as Black started hitting him with quick hits on the head " I'm going to kill you" Black hissed with great grudge as Jon shoved him with his feet away from him He's afraid but he won't show it to the raging werewolf in front of him "Kill me" Black challenged him to laugh making his grown fangs lightly stick out

The twilight in Blackwater did not bring peace; it brought the awakening of horrors that the daylight kept cowed. Helena Moore was just a few meters from her porch when the air froze. It was not the cold of the mountain, but the vacuum of sound that precedes the predator’s leap. From the darkness between the pines, three silhouettes emerged. They were not the hunters from before, but something more organized, more lethal. They were members of the Iron Claws, mercenaries who reeked of dried blood and ancient hatred.

I raised an eyebrow, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “Incase I haven’t introduced myself well, I’m Harper Walter, first daughter to Geraldine Walter,” “And you know my privilege as a first child?! My mother doesn’t do a thing without putting me in on it!” I whispered shaking my head slightly, I’m actually enjoying this, so this was how it felt to blackmail someone, my second life is definitely going to be filled with doing things I never thought I’d do before. I watched Jason's eyes widened with fear, he tried to hide his fear but he wasn’t doing a very good job.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?