Crimson Reaper Novels & Stories

into his cheek. The sound of his pain sends a thrill through me, unexpected but undeniable. My heart hammers against my ribcage as I watch the blood well up when King and I carve the next letter—"R". The cuts aren't deep but they're slow enough to ensure Phillips stays conscious through every second of it. When we finish, I take a step back to admire our handiwork. "CR," I whisper, satisfaction blooming in my chest. Crimson Reapers. For the first time, I feel like I'm truly a part of their twisted family.

Inside were the documented slaughters and syndicates tied to the Grim Reaper over the last three years. "Even the big three lords of the underworld—the Reaper, the Zmeya Empire, and the Crimson Syndicate—don't get this much attention on themselves," the chief stated, his finger slamming onto the gory crime scene photos. "No one knows who the leader of Zmeya is. No one has ever seen the face of the Crimson Syndicate's head. But everyone knows Riven Rykerthrone is the leader of the Black Reapers, and the fact that he is still walking around freely is an absolute insult to this badge." I stared at the files, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Without further ado, she pushed Nathan to the side who was still pinning him and rip Cedericks top and instantly saw a card tattoo of a reaper the same thing as what Joker has, though, on his, he has only the letter ‘J’ written on it. “What are you doing Crimson Blade? Are you now planning to rape me?” he japed. But Zitrey face is in serious, “Why you have this tattoo? An exclusive mark for the next in line Royal Jack of the Cards of Reapers.” Cederick laughed at her with a hand covered his face. “Yup, I was exactly what your thinking. I was part of the Cards of Reapers Organization. And unfortunately, the game has not yet reached its end.” Later, with his hand gesture in the air, all doors

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h

A Reaper stepped through the portal opening. Tall, with ebony hair, he wore the long black cloak she expected to see, a scythe in his hand. The man quickly ran to the left of the portal, and then another Reaper appeared on his heels. Dressed identically, with the same weapon, he ran to the right. Then, another sprang forth, and another. Ru watched, her eyes wide as the Reapers continued to pour out of the portal, as if Hell had spilled an inkwell and the thick, black substance was covering the entire earth.

In her heart, she knew that facing the Ascenders and reconciling with Luna were intertwined. On the day of the attack, tension gripped the Crimson Pack as they prepared themselves for battle. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of adrenaline filling their senses. Rey stood at the front lines, her gaze fixed on the forest's edge where the Ascenders would soon emerge. As the enemy pack emerged from the shadows, led by the fearsome figure of Black bourne, a surge of energy coursed through Rey's veins. With a fierce battle cry, the Crimson Pack charged forward, their unity and determination shining like a beacon Amidst the chaos. Rey's movements were a blur as she engaged multiple adv

The air crackled with anticipation as they confronted the looming figure of The Reaper. In a secluded clearing, The Reaper's sinister presence was palpable. His eyes glinted with a malevolent gleam as he regarded Lin, Hunter's dad, and mom. The pack members observed from a distance, their anxiety evident in hushed conversations and furtive glances. Lin took a deep breath and addressed The Reaper, her voice unwavering. "We need answers. What have you done with Hunter, and why are you manipulating the pack?" The Reaper, shrouded in dark energy, chuckled ominously. "Ah, Lin, always the curious one. Hunter is safe... for now. As for the pack, I merely offer guidance. A wise alpha should welcome

A hush fell as the Alpha raised his cup. “To the Blood Moon,” he intoned. “To the gift of the Shift.” The pack raised their cups in unison. Voices lifted in a chorus of reverence and then... A second voice split the night. “The cursed daughter will either crown or bury you all.” The words were ragged and eerie and were seeping into every corner of the clearing. A figure stepped from the tree line, crimson robes dragging against the earth, while her blind eyes were glowing faintly white. The Crimson Seer. Gasps rippled through the pack. Some wolves dropped their cups, while others shifted uneasily. No one had invited her. Her pale, sightless gaze locked on me as my skin crawled immediately.

I said, my voice icy, "your 'love' makes me sick. You think a few empty words can make me forget all the bloodshed between us?" I stepped closer, leaned in so he could see the poison in my eyes. "Here's the deal: I don't want your sorry apologies or your sickening 'love.' What I want is for you to be shunned by everyone, to struggle through life like a rat in the sewers. "I want you to watch yourself fall apart, unable to escape. I'm going to make you suffer until your very last breath, living in a world of regret and agony. That's the payback for your 'love.'"

"About Crimson, we heard of their affiliation with the rogue pack. And decided to take a peek to ascertain if the claims were true or false. Unsurprisingly, we discovered that the claims were true and so I decided to give them perfect retribution. I also found out that they were planning my demise. What better way to show them that we mean business than to bring them to their feet? The woman who they referred to as Luna was never their Luna, but an Omega slave who was being used at her own peril. Right now, crimson is bound to us by a blood oath and if they even dare to connive again, we shall strike them where it hurts." The werewolves gathered in the room clapped as he finished speaking. L