Crimson Reaper Novels & Stories

The higher the score the higher your standing in the order of choosing. The women went through examinations to determine what if any faults they had. Whether it was illness, promiscuity, or even low intellect all of these were to be listed when the woman was placed up for reaping. Virgins were the most wanted since there haven't been any in the reaping for the last twenty years. Most women chose to give themselves to someone of their choosing before the reaping so that they at least got to control who they shared that with. The rights of the women were stripped when it came to the reaping, so most took the only control that they could get and gave away the one thing that they had to the pers

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

They feed on human souls and flesh. Serra never saw one but they said the monster has scarlet glowing eyes, long and sharp razor-like talons, long black slithered body with black smoke coming out. The Reapers cannot be killed or even wounded by any weapons forged on earth. They are dimensional creatures and only those who draw power from other dimension can kill them, the Inkurs. The image of the monster gives shiver to her skins. She will never wish to meet one.

She doesn't blame them for that but this could get them killed with their pack mates. The creatures lunge at her, and she leaps into the air, turning in mid-air, and slashes their spinal cord with a single blow of her sharp dagger. As she jumped and ran through them, they fell limp one by one to the cold ground. She slashed the creatures one by one until her path was clear, at which point she rushed to Malcolm, tilting her head. Malcolm cast a glance to her right, and she followed his gaze. Her eyes widened as she noticed five creatures circling Aiden's beast, all ready to attack him at the same time. Malcolm smirked devilishly at her, and her eyes hardened. As the creatures circled him like

Reaper's the big black guy isn't he? Clara smiled. "You guessed it. Doesn't surprise you, does it? Reaper got brought over about eight years ago. He was in special forces in the army, but one of those sub-organizations that doesn't technically or legally exist. He's the best sniper that I've ever seen, and he's scary and dangerous. He's a real bonus to Shane, and he's the loyal sort. Get on his good side, and you've got a very lethal friend for life. Cross him --" "I think I get the idea," Shamira said.

Cindy was now the confused one. We all burst out laughing, "Goodness you are so naive Cindy, that's not what I meant" Narin chortled loudly. "Not a bad idea though, I would love to see what creature they give birth to. Maybe a dhampir or Elven vampire" Bonnie cackled. "I bet they will be so cute, especially if they turn out to be dhampirs. I have even made my research on them before now" I added with a wide smile. "Did you know that the skin of Dhampirs appears pale, they have dark hair and their eyes are usually red or purple, such beautiful colors?

I snarl at him. His eyes sweep over me to the rest. They’ve all stood up in guard, but that doesn’t seem to faze him at all. One thing that makes Reaper really dangerous is the fact that he was maniac. Sure, I am cold, but Reaper takes that to a whole new level. He is a sociopath and a psychopath, all wrapped in a pretty ugly and deadly bow. “I’m here to see, Ava. Why else do you think I would be here? To see your sorry ass?” he asks with a devious smirk.

My psychic ability must be heightened in this place because I instantly become aware of these three creatures, these… {reapers}. The first is Kera, the Spirit of Vengeance, responsible for conducting everyone who suffered a violent death. She’s a battle maiden in plate armor, with an ebony face and short, curly blonde hair. Exactly the type to bring home to mama except for the fangs, talons and the huge pair of raven wings on her back.

Moore asks. I use the link hoping that Jamie will naturally answer for me. “He says that before leaving Crimson Dawn Alpha Black gave him one milligram of sublingual Ativan. Half takes the edge off, one helps him sleep.” Jamie doesn’t fail to relay my message. “What are your names?” “I’m Jamison Williams and he’s Cole Redmen.” Jamie answers easily as we slowly make our way across the room. “What are your ranks?” It seems rank means a lot to this pack. “The seat he wants you in is right behind you. All you have to do is sit.”

“Pity is not justice. Mercy breeds rot, and rot breeds ruin.” I descended the steps slowly, letting each footfall echo. “When we swore the oath, it was to keep balance. One light for one shadow. Ares has forgotten. The goddess toys with him, and through him she toys with all of us.” Faces hardened; someone muttered agreement. I stopped before the broken table and drew my dagger, the metal still faintly red from the backlash. “This is not rebellion,” I said. “It is correction.” The dagger’s edge caught the firelight. “We are the Crimson Moon. We will cleanse what the false light has stained.”