Crimson Reaper Novels & Stories

Elara’s POV “It might be a bright idea for you to step out of the shadows,” I said calmly. A few seconds passed before a man materialized inside the room. His face was covered with a mask. He lifted his arm and showed me a tattoo etched into the back of his palm. “Reaper. I have come to take your life,” he growled. The Reapers. One of the greatest assassin guilds in the country. “Do you have any idea where you are? This is Caelthorn territory.”

Seraphina asked him, her voice dripping with false sympathy as she looped her arm through his. She glanced at me, her smile sharpening, she was enjoying this. "Poor Aurora here is taking my place tomorrow. She's to be wed to that filthy Moon Reaper. Rumors are that he's as ugly as that painting we threw out yesterday." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Moon Reaper—the ancient enemy, a family of ruthless hunters bred for one purpose: killing werewolves like us. Legends whispered of their silver blades, their empires built on the bones of our kind. They were monsters in human form, trained from birth to hate us, to destroy our souls under the full moon.

"...someone older than us." The heavy doors opened once more. Three elite hunters entered. Unlike ordinary vampires, these warriors wore fitted black leather coats rather than ceremonial robes. Each carried twin curved blades across their backs. They knelt. "My Lady." Nysera descended from the platform until she stood before them. "You will travel immediately." "Yes, My Lady." "You will observe." "You will not interfere." "If Crimson Blood has truly awakened..." She paused. "...I want a name." "A face." "And proof."

“Yes. Yes. Anything. Just tell me what you want.” I moved closer. He tried to crawl backward, but his broken ankle gave out. He collapsed, sobbing. The Reaper in me purred seeing him in this state. I’d almost forgotten the pleasure in seeing men like this— men who a hand in hurting women break apart like this. Is that why you like it? Because of the women or because you have always been evil from the start? “I want you to tell me who ordered the hit on Chrissy Gonzalez.” His eyes widened.

She looked around. Everyone was waiting. “I don’t know.” It was the first time she had lied. And she hated herself for it. Because she knew that whisper meant something. ⸻ Far from the Ashen camp, the Crimson warrior moved quickly through the forest. He did not stop until the trees became thick enough to hide him from anyone following. Only then did he remove his hood. Riven Nightbane. Second-born of the Crimson Pack. A warrior trained from childhood to obey without question. Except today.

Graduation day at Reaper training My name is Skye Evanore Reoch and I'm the only daughter of the reaper king and queen. I'm half reaper and dark witch and possess loads of magic. My parents, Rowen and Ayira rule this reaper section out of thousands that cover the entire earth. Anyway, back to me, being the only girl out of four children, I'm a daddy's girl. I have an older brother Liam who is off being taught some things from his dark elf grandfather and my younger twin brothers Brodie and Brayden. I decided that I wanted to become a reaper and not just a boring princess lounging at a palace waiting for my parents to wed me off to some pompous prince so I enrolled in the reapers training pro

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.

Nothing face but common clotihing and materials so far. The dark blue vest and black pants were something he made during his second reincarnation. No matter what, Reap was told to always put some away for rewards to retrieve. The smooth texture of the Black Abyss Bat wings, made it possible to sleep in any type of terrain without a problem. Reap System: This place is odd. Several locations match other realms we have been to. But a lot of time has passed however in those locations. You need to travel further out so I can add more samples to figure things out.