Don T Fear The Reaper Book Novels & Stories

My wolf, my best friend, Daphne is silent. Then I hear the distant footsteps approaching. But this is not Helios; I know the sound of his footstep by heart and this is not him. This is my family. No. They’re not my family. Families don’t hurt one another like this. Families should invoke love, not fear. And fear is what I am feeling now. My heartbeat becomes erratic as the steps grow louder, heavier, and closer. I begin to tremble. It is as if the reapers of hell have come.

I felt different emotions from them but one thing was the same, fear. “Why are they leaving?” I asked the reaper who was just standing by the door looking at us. “The sealer who was protecting them is gone. What do you want them to do? Stay here and get eaten by evil spirits and demons?” he responded sarcastically. I have a feeling that this reaper have something against me. “Who are you talking to, Serra?” Xyrus directed his upfront to where I was looking. I ignored him and steadied my eyes at the reaper showing my determination to the latter. “I could protect them,” I said.

“Why did it fucking have to be ME, my own father? It’s always me! Hurt, abandoned, never picked. Why me? Why did the freak have to kill my own father? Why? Why? Am I that unfortunate? Why is every single good thing never in my favor? Why do I have to be sad, traumatized, and tortured all my life? The Reaper… I owe him the same favor, don’t you think? An eye for an eye, tooth for tooth. If I don’t kill The Reaper, I will never forgive myself for letting him go.” “Do you think I can get to him?” Dora asks in panic, dragging her feet forward. “Do you think I can kill him?” she stumbles the final steps, her thrashing abruptly halting as her bruised, sightless face comes within inches of mine. He

She utters after she gulps down some water, and I just nod my head for her to go ahead, not that she would listen to me even if I say that I don't want to listen to her story, anyway. "That's my baby. You will love it, and I promise..." She pauses and wipes her mouth with the napkin on the table before she reclines on the chair, and I know that I'm in for a long talk this morning. "It's actually a book about grim reapers..." My heart wavers fearfully once I hear that name, but I try not to panic. "It's just a story, don't be scared," I assure myself as I gulp down nothing nervously.

My breath hitched, watching in horror as that tiny photograph dangled from her fingertips. I desperate to snatch the photo back. "No... please, don't. I'll apologize." But Marco grabbed me from behind, pinning me against his chest, leaving me completely immobilized. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm guilty... please, don't..." I was suddenly back there, standing at my parents' graves. Everyone was looking at me as if I were nothing but a piece of goods to be claimed. Despair and terror made me lose my mind. I screamed, sobbing until my throat tore:

It was its face! I heard screams all around me as the other Reapers brought their blades down, then up, then down again, stabbing Mother, Father, and Gladys over and over. Gladys’s blood felt warm as it splashed against me, soaking my face and dress and hair. She reached for me from across the table, terror in her eyes, until whatever life they’d once held simply disappeared. Her gaze became empty, and her body ceased to move, save for the shudder it gave each time the Reaper stabbed it. “Gladys?” I tried to say, but I choked on her name. Somehow, all the air had left my lungs. “Mother?”

SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : UP RISE OF HELL (BOOK 2) CHAPTER 9 : GRIM REAPER Scene opens up to a wide spread land. Thus, dry it was. Like a desert. Dead trees still, standing still and the bubble clouds, having a bursting purple tint to it. Calypso was caught walking in fright from a high up angle. "John!" She yelled. His ring, dropped to the floor right before Calypso's feet.

My shoulders are tense, my posture a little too guarded. She deserves young. Uncomplicated. Easy. My stomach knots. I remember how she looked the last time I held her. Lips parted. Hair tangled. Whispering Don’t stop, not now, not later. I want to be yours. Completely. I’d never seen anything more beautiful. I’d never felt anything more terrifying. That was the night everything changed. And now, I feel like I’m standing at the edge of something again. Not passion this time. But fear. I go to the living room and drop into the couch, rubbing my hands over my face.

The old world was dying, its systems collapsing under the weight of its own greed, leaving nothing but the raw, unvarnished truth of the road. I resting my hand over my stomach, feeling the steady, calm rhythm of my own breath. We weren't a project anymore. We weren't a corporate investment. We were the anarchy that had survived the harvest, and as the first thunder of the incoming mountain battle began to echo through the valley, I knew the Queen wasn't going to hide behind the stone for long. The Reaper was in the shadows, but the Montague name was already written in the iron of the gates, and we were going to make sure the dark learned exactly who owned the dawn.

I pulled away from Ambrosia for a moment and just looked back at her. “Us Reavers, the four High Priests, myself and my brothers, we are immortal in every sense of the word. We can't be killed, can't die naturally. So far, there has been nothing that can kill us in all the millennia’s we have been here... That offers a very long and lonely life watching those you love pass, when you know you will never... Regular Reavers will not die naturally, but there are things that can kill them. For instance, The Darkness that Raphael and Rayne battled recently with. The Darkness actually killed Rayne, and The Shadows brought her back. I wasn’t personally there, but I have heard Raphael tell the story.