Crimson Reaper Novels & Stories

And take your time, - taking over the deceased from the hands of the sorcerer, said kreff. Tamir was the first to approach a deep ravine and, carefully feeling his way with his feet, began to descend. The rocky, snow-covered slope abruptly went down to where the black mouth of the cave could be seen in the moonlight. Lesana froze at the edge of the ravine, turned to the healer and said: - You follow him. And I'm the last one. The undead are there,” she nodded towards the thicket. The girl was the only one of the three who was a warrior, and now, more than ever, she realized that it was not enough to bury her friend, she still had to go back to the Citadel and return her companions there.

He needs to take care of the mess that has taken place last night. *** ******** Blake stands in the middle of the bloodied hall, staring out into the sky through the huge opening in the ceiling that has been damaged earlier today. Through the hole, he sees the sun rising from the east as the darkness slowly recedes. The sun feels as if it is peeking through the canopy of gold, pink and red clouds, as it grandiosely makes its presence known to the entire world. Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been reliev

Catherine commands. Selene and another witch carries Brea between them and enter into the rift with some other witches even as Lord Bail screams in indignation and the cold ones throw themselves to their death inside the red smokescreen in huge droves. The rift closes as the last witch enters. The red smoke begins to recede slowly until it is just a few meters around Catherine, revealing the drained bony dead bodies of six witches on the floor beside her, and the two still standing beside her quivering hard in exertion.

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

The bone man followed my lead, exploring the world through my eyes. He looked at the lines on my hands, the swell of my breasts and legs. The sinews and tendons fascinated him. We walked barefoot together. He tasted the air with my lips. I've missed my heart, you know. His bones rattled, aching for life. The black shroud wrapped round us, and he formed himself from the wind. Will you dance with me? said the Reaper. “What are you?” I asked. Your companion. He looked at my hands, now his. They were bare bones. Maiden, you will never be rid of me.

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

Then I stopped cold. There in the clearing. Jimmie. On the ground. Bruised and bleeding. Fara—her ginger wolf form snarling had Nadia pinned to the dirt- Nadia’s black wolf. The bitch herself. But that wasn’t what stole my breath. What sent the world spinning— The Reaper. That midnight-colored wolf. Eyes red as wildfire— a rogue with teeth bared about to pounce on my mate. My body moved on instinct. I leapt. Teeth out. Rage pulsing like blood in my mouth.

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

Then she appeared. The Seer of Duskwraith stepped from the haze as though the storm had taken human form. Her robes shimmered in colors I could not name. Somewhere between smoke and midnight, it was as if the sky had caught fire in a library. Her eyes reflected every fear I had and some I did not. “You have awakened more than a Reaper,” she said. Her voice flowed across the Rift like molten silver. “You have stirred old debts, broken sacred chains, and now the truth comes calling.”

Dorian’s POV The traps were fully set, and the damage was completely done. Within a matter of hours, Alpha Crimson had his hands completely full. He was drowning in a sea of corporate ruin, and his phones were ringing off the hook with furious investors. To make matters worse for him, the leaked video had worked perfectly. He was now facing a massive, looming battle with the fierce Valor pack, whose Alpha was already mobilizing warriors to avenge the ultimate betrayal of his mate bond. Crimson was completely cornered, fighting for his survival on two separate fronts.