Don't Fear The Reaper Novels & Stories

Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke Not souls, but bodies they latched, Gurgling sound and distorted face They filled the space, To master Pepper Rei Who was very new to this illusion She wanted to flee the site of nightmares So she screamed some more to wake Her up from this nasty dream But her screams followed More horrid scenes With dripping blood and popping eyes She now felt little Missy Huddled closely with her left leg Till footsteps hurried and soothed The ruffled girl With love and pecks but ignored Pepper Rei

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

I wasn’t mindless. But if a reason and an opportunity came knocking? My lips slowly stretched into something wilder, something unhinged as chaos broke around me. A soft laugh bubbled up, low and amused. “Haha…” Oh, I would take it. I would take it and tear everyone apart. I would shed blood. I remained where I was as people ran, stumbling over themselves, screaming like preys that hadn't realized who the true predator was. “It’s the Four Reapers—run! Run!”

He looked like he could tear through a man with a single swipe. "It means that that Silent Reaper has returned," he finished. "But...but that is not possible," I blurted. "The Silent Reaper is a folktale," his words made no sense. My uncle had told me stories of that reaper as a child. How he could cut anyone down, how no one could survive him once he had his sights on them. "A folk tale indeed," Lance scoffed. "He is as real as the air we breathe. The Silent Reaper has been the terror for generations. His methods are legendary, his skills unparalleled."

As the vision comes, my eyes seem to slowly close, and as I’m surrounded by back a small stream of light breaks through the opening of my eyelids. As my eyes open, the bodies and the blood that surround me are confronting. All my friends are being slaughter, I look around the clearing and see Ash fight beside Aaron, they both seem to be protecting each other’s back. I scan the rest of the clearing to see Lyrica fighting beside Cooper, but she keeps glancing at him like there might be something wrong with him, but she doesn’t let this stop her from throwing sand and swinging her sword in every direction she can. I see some of Riley’s fighters fighting with the equipment that they grab this mo

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

Reaper. I stared at the blood splattered across my white shirt in disgust. I'll probably throw it out. It's ruined now. I turned to face my victim with a sigh, ''Did I not...warn you not to make a mess?'' ''You fucking bastard!'' He yelled, blood flying out of his bloodied mouth. The blood landed on my pants this time. ''I hope you rot in hell. Fuck you! Fuck y-'' I yanked his head back by the hair and slowly raised a knife up to his eyeball. Trying to calm my breathing, I started to draw circles across his left eyelid with the knife. ''I told you...don't. Make. A. Mess.''

“Something I never forgot. F.E.A.R. You either Forget Everything And Run… or you Face Everything And Rise.” Cheyenne lifted her head. “Today we didn’t run,” Tora continued. “We stood at the edge of the end of the world… and we’re still here.” “We rose,” Gunner said, stepping forward. “Then let’s keep rising,” Chelsea added. “For the world, for the packs, the covens, the broods, the thunders, the odysseys—for everyone who doesn’t even know how close they are to being lost.” Isolde smirked. “I’d rather die rising than live on my knees.”

Who would have thought that after going berserk she'll start acting in a cute way. "But we can't have her acting that way. She's such an extra baggage when she's that way. It's cute, of course, but soon, we will end up feeling like we just brought an annoying kid with us." DOZENS OF grim reapers went down to the land of the living all at once but not for their usual objective but to head to one place. They call themselves not grim reapers but the army of Eternal as they are out to kill and not to save.

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: