Don't Fear The Reaper Novels & Stories

The thought of him in the hands of his family's murderer made her shake with terror. "We're going to get them back," Stalker said, reassuringly but it did nothing to help the way Velia felt, "Whatever it takes." "How?" Velia asked, her voice barely a whisper. "If this Rosario person is powerful enough to take both Venom and Virus, how are we supposed to –” "We're The Reapers," Reaper cut in, "We don't leave family behind. Ever." Velia looked around the room at the assembled pack members, who had become her chosen family over the past months.

But he was too scared to stare right into Harris eyes, so his gaze found mine instead. I could feel the hatred within his eyes when he turned to stare at me, "You…" he gasped, his voice low and trembling as blood began to flow from the corner of his mouth, “You did this to me,” I frowned. “I did not do anything to you,” I answered, “Yet.” I was certainly going to get my revenge when the apocalypse started. I couldn’t exactly kill him now unless I wanted to spend the next week in jail. So, he was going to live, for now.

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.

“ I can’t stay for long but I promise we will meet again before I leave, just..” She paused, moving closer to grab me, dragging me right into the light. Her touch was warm, it felt like skin.. tough and real.. I stared down at her, right into the fear and desperation shinning in her eyes-my eyes. I didn’t know what to say. How to feel. “Just hang on Anastasiya and whatever you do, do not trust Malcom Reece”. She searched my eyes, hoping for an answer…something to confirm that I was running mad.

DARIUS POV Two Weeks Later The full moon came and went. We never celebrated with a festival. Too many of my pack members were fearful that the full moon has become a bad omen. Following the attack from the Forza Pack, and Lyle’s death, nobody wanted to celebrate. I was disappointed, but I understood everyone’s concern.

Going through the book she realized that they were different soul but the death seems to have occurred in a country on Earth. She teleported over as she saw the souls flying around. Without finding out what happened to got down to work but was suddenly unconscious Just before she Fainted she saw the smirk on the face of the light goddess. When she opened her eyes again, she saw herserf tied up and faced a huge crowd, they all cursed her and called her a Demon. She watched the crowd faintly but never tried to defend herself, because she knew no one will believe her. She glanced at her fellow grim Reapers but they all moved their eyes away and never looked at her.

The door of the off-road vehicle flung open before a tall man leaped out. In just a few strides, he rushed to my side and caught me just as I was about to collapse. "Raine?" I struggled to lift my eyelids, which were heavy and matted with frost. In my fading vision, the man's face slowly came into focus. It was Conrad Cross, my former neighbor and my senior back in high school. I'd heard rumors that he'd gone on to lead a specialized civilian search and rescue team, spending his years rushing into dangerous hellscapes.

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 pleaded. “You think you actually have a bargaining chip? Do you think you have something valuable enough to trade? I did ask you to call the number at 6 tonight. But I don’t really need you to do it yourself. I can kill you now and take your phone. Or option two, I can kill you now, then make Kiara bring you back to life. You'll still end up making the call, but you will be in a great deal of pain when you do it. I will break every single bone that Eva had broken while she was here. We can bring you back to life after killing you a hundred times. You should be down on your knees, thanking us for granting you mercy and only killing you once. It’s your decision, just know that you will not j

They all looked at me with a mix of fear and hope. "These are the survivors from other worlds," the Creator said. "The ones who were supposed to be deleted. I saved them. But we are trapped in this forest. The High Council has sent a reaper to find us." Suddenly, a loud, metallic horn sounded from the sky. The silver trees began to shake, their leaves falling like sharp knives. The peaceful blue light of the flowers turned a blood-red. "He is here," the Creator said, his face turning pale. "The First Reaper."