Don't Fear The Reaper Novels & Stories

It was a summons from one power to another, laced with the undeniable urgency of a life-or-death emergency. For a long minute, nothing happened. The only sounds were Damon’s ragged, pain-filled breaths and the frantic beating of my own heart. Then, a shadow in the corner of the room, one cast by a towering obsidian sculpture, deepened. It grew unnaturally dark, pooling on the floor like spilled ink. He didn’t arrive in a storm of fire or a crack of thunder. He simply… stepped out of a shadow that hadn’t been there a moment before. Donn, the Reaper.

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.

She now have a food and water and her problem would only be the cold and the Reapers. She removed herself from the water and stalked towards the riverbank. She reached the bank just as she heard a hissing sound. Her heart suddenly leaped in horror as she saw a Reaper in the distance. She ducked and hid behind the rocks. She silently crawled towards the torch. Her heart hammering in her chest and her nerves were burning in terror. She was trembling as she reached for the torch and the match.

Cora I find myself standing in front of a man whose face I can't see but I feel that I should fear him. I am standing with the rest of the women for the reaping knowing that I am going to be picked by this man who is scaring me. I hear a voice say my name and I know it's over for me. Any chance of me going back home to my village is gone. All hope of having a happy life is destroyed as soon as I see the devious smirk on his face.

Jennet pursed her lips. "I see nothing,” she said her denial calmly. "You did. Erase it." The reaper inched closer. Jennet stepped back. Her chest beat faster. "I see nothing!" "You did." The reaper moved even closer. "Erase it." Jennet took another step back and started to tremble in fear. “I-” "Let her keep it," a voice said. Jennet flinched and glanced. She gasped. The same man whom she met inside the store stood not far from her. She glanced back at the reaper who distanced itself from them.

Fear of the Unknown [When the dead comes back to life] . . Chapter 5: gaze of mystery . *Skylar Hepburn* The boy in question looked towards his direction as if he knew Skylar was there and tilted his head finally completing the smile that he wanted to give him. Skylar's heart raced as he saw the boy's spectral form fixate on him. Anxiety gripped him like a vice, causing his breath to quicken and his palms to grow clammy.

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.''

Even my wolf crouched low in fear— and my wolf usually fears nothing. Kori's mom collapsed, crying. Evan fell backwards shielding himself for cover. The old beta looked like he was about to faint. Kyle was shaking so hard his teeth chattered. Even I felt fear. Real primal fear I'd never even felt on a battlefield. The only thing that broke the murderous tension, was Remus's cry. Nyx blinked. Her aura snapped back inward as if yanked by a chain. The air cleared. Light returned. Everyone gasped as if they'd just been released from drowning.

They come out of the reeds. That’s the thing nobody prepares you for. Not the road, not the trees, but the reeds, that flat green nothing along the water that everyone has walked past all morning. Six of them, on foot, in oiled coats the color of mud, and they move like a work crew and not like an army, and somehow that is the most frightening thing I have ever seen. They don’t howl. They don’t shift. Two of them aren’t even wolves. The one at the front has a leather case in his hand.