Don T Fear The Reaper Book Novels & Stories

He asks, a dark undertone laced through his words. I've never met anyone that personified danger itself. If anything, I think danger doesn't seem to be a strong enough word for the man sitting in front of me. The air around him even seems to be afraid to be in his presence, as if the Reaper plans on blowing the building up with him inside. I can feel my limbs shaking slightly, nervous for the first time in my life. I take a deep breath, attempting to focus on the nerves in my body from giving me away. I needed to calm down. Otherwise, I may never live to get the Reaper on my side. Rather, like others before me, I'll die in the attempt.

How did I let it get this bad? My hand stayed on her thighs as she changed through the songs on the radio. I wasn’t sure what she thought it might mean. If she knew I’d scarred my hand to stop the itching. To stop the voices. Keep driving. Take her away from here. I clenched the wheel tighter. I couldn’t. I couldn’t take her from her home. From everyone she loved. Why would I? You’re the Reaper King. You can handle this.

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

The reaper shut down its forcefield opening its hatching resting in its back to fire explosive probs at them. “God I hate these things,” Lisa gru and firing at grunted. Lisa ignited herself with pink flames, talking off the probes one by one. Will Lisa kept herself busy, a second reaper spider smashed through the other side of the cavern, right behind the civilians. “You gotta be kidding me,” frightstar complained. Frightstar charged his body with his red orange telekinic auroa and jetted at the spider. The reaper expelled a blue plasma beam directed at the crowed while frightstar swooped toward the beam, talking the full hit of the blast.

Somehow, I know to avoid its touch. “Careful around reapers. They are souls sentenced to serve the coven by Death. Never interact with them and never touch them. Let them be.” Zane warns as I swallow hard. Great, so not only do I have to live in the creepiest mansion to ever exist in an alternate realm, but now I have to worry about these reaper things. For fucks sake, I better not be in some damn death trap. I move closer to Zane. “Zane, what is with this mansion, and why is it so big?” I inquire, trying to gain some understanding of the new home I find myself in.

In my past life, Victor only came to this city half a year later, after learning that Brian had a “living water source.” Thinking of him, I shivered despite the forty-five-degree heat. More than hatred, what I felt was fear. Even before the apocalypse, Victor had been a seasoned operator with ties on both sides of the law—cunning and ruthless, a complete monster. In my past life, after Brian had tricked him, he only managed to get what was left of me. Furious, he vented it all on my body. Relying on my abnormal regenerative ability, he cut me, burned me with cigarettes, and set me on fire.

It starts out the size of a small round orange with thick black smoke swirling around at an incredible speed, growing bigger and bigger until it's about the height of 7 feet. He whirls on his heels and steps through it, his body vanishing from my sight. Matthias follows behind him, silently beaconing me to do the same. I hesitate. Knowing that if I step through, I hand over my freedom to him, becoming his captive for God knows how long. What is this isn't sorted out and I never get to go home? I end up in hell as the prisoner of a reaper whom I know nothing of. I shake my head and take a step back. I've known captivity before… And I refuse to be put back into another cage.

“This is us. And because of it, I feel alive.” Alive. The word struck me harder than any blade. Kael, the Reaper, the ancient terror whispered about in mortal fear, was alive because of me. I froze as the bond shifted. My mark pulsed in sync with my heartbeat, with his. The synchronization felt wrong and inevitable at the same time, like stepping onto a path I had never chosen but somehow recognized. “So,” I said carefully, because if I did not joke I might scream, “you feel what I feel?” “Yes,” he said. “Fear. Sorrow. Wonder. And occasionally the urge to stop you from destroying everything.”

Looking around as his heart is in a race for the horror that he witnessed, he felt a tingling sensation at the back of him, and turning quickly around as he swallowed his fear, he comes face to face to a beautiful woman in a reaper’s scythe. “Hello and welcome, John.” Calling his name as her smile fixed unto her beautiful face and perfect image, both her grace and the warning flag of a death trap where there is no escape left him in a stun. “Who are you?” Somewhat stuttering, yet took his composure as he is trying to hide his fear inside. The reaper smiles back, leaning close as she could smell the fear all over his body as it gives her pure satisfaction.