Don't Fear The Reaper 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.

But there are also some of them who are happy and excited because they want to overthrow the most treacherous organization in all of Asia. All was well so I confronted them. "For blood and glory!" They smiled and immediately responded to what I said. "We are eternal!" "Forever as one!" "The end is here!" "None shall remember them!" "We are the reapers!" "Let's taste their flesh!" "Fill them with regret!" "We're not afraid!" "DEATH AND GLORY!" Third Person Point Of View

I decided that I wanted to become a reaper and not just a boring princess lounging at a palace waiting for my parents to wed me off to some pompous prince so I enrolled in the reapers training program, which I completed and am currently sitting with my best friend Jenna as we await receiving our own coveted satin reaper box that contains cards with information on who, where and why we're collecting, a pocket watch for getting the reaping done precisely on the right second and sheer gloves that allow us to walk among the humans. "Are you excited about seeing your first live human," Jenna asked. I grinned at her enthusiasm and shrugged. "They look the same as us so I'm certain that it won't be

he mumbled sadly and I hugged him tightly, telling him I missed him. "The reaper section is a mess. Reapers are retaliating and aren't doing their collections. Victoria is making those disputing her disappear, like my poor Ronan. I fear the human realm is going to experience an apocalypse soon if you two don't get rid of that ignorant female pretending to be in charge," he said gravely.

Of all the grim reapers he seems to be the only one I am not afraid the most but when it comes to others I can hardly cope. “Today I'll be going to teach you how to be a living reaper.” I took a deep breath from what he said before nodding in agreement. “And the first lesson is you have to train yourself to stare at souls, grim reapers or whatever else you see that others do not see. In short, you have to deal with fear.” That's when I turned to him. Albus' face is blank so it looks like the natural face of this grim reaper is in front of me. “In this world full of hypocrites and fear of change try to accept the fact that there are things in the world that only a few knew and have the right

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.

“If I find out that you had anything to do with hurting Ava, I swear I will gut you. I will make the serial killer documentaries you like watch seem like a fucking fairytale as compared to what I will do to you, am I understood?” I don't know how the hell he even knows she likes watching serial killer documentaries. Then again, this is Reaper we're talking about. Nothing he does or knows surprises me. She nods with wide eyes and tear stained cheeks. Reaper gives her one more squeeze before letting go. “You bastard” Travis snarls and swings at Reaper, but he sidesteps him. “Try to hit me again and you’ll be buried next to your father within a week” he warns him. That seems to sober Travis up

Why she hadn’t sensed him before, she wasn’t sure, but there was no doubt in her mind he was there now, just off in the distance, awaiting his remaining troops before beginning his mission—to destroy her and all of her friends. Ru opened her mouth, thinking she’d tell Ivy and Cutter to take Lyric and Rider and run, but before she could get out a single word, the last Reaper took his position in front of them, and like a well-trained army, every scythe shifted at once, as if someone had ordered them to present arms. They were ready to attack.

Her room had plenty of other blankets, some probably even warmer or softer, but she clearly had been sleeping with that one specifically…the one I gave her. She was someone I never wanted to be afraid, and it looked like she found comfort in the fact I had cared for her, even wanting to hold onto that memory like it was precious. I’d always enjoyed the fear of others, reveled in it even. Seeing the look on Lyra’s face—even after what I had seen—for the first time ever, I felt uneasy about what I’d done. But I was the Lycan King, the famous Reaper that spread nightmares to all the territories. I was too proud to bow my head in apology, even if it was something I should do.

Our youngest, little Dante — named after the inferno we had walked through — toddled between us, oblivious to the stakes but sensing the tension. This was the night the compulsion was supposed to activate. The night The Eclipse had promised our children would turn on us and walk willingly into their shadow empire. We had come to end it where it began. Damien stood at my side, the Reaper in full armor — black tactical gear, guns holstered, knives ready. His hand never left the small of my back, possessive even now. “If they come, we finish this,” he said, voice low and lethal. “No mercy.”