Draw Reaper Novels & Stories

I snarl at him. His eyes sweep over me to the rest. They’ve all stood up in guard, but that doesn’t seem to faze him at all. One thing that makes Reaper really dangerous is the fact that he was maniac. Sure, I am cold, but Reaper takes that to a whole new level. He is a sociopath and a psychopath, all wrapped in a pretty ugly and deadly bow. “I’m here to see, Ava. Why else do you think I would be here? To see your sorry ass?” he asks with a devious smirk.

Let’s talk this out properly. Only for Mira to scream back, "Leave me alone! Unless I get the money today, I’m not moving!" "I’m right, aren’t I, everyone?! "And to those new joining the stream, check the links in the shop below! Don’t miss out!" That’s right. Mira had been livestreaming and selling products every day for the past week. Even if I didn’t pay her so-called emotional damages, she’d already made a fortune. When a reporter asked her to shut the stream down, she slapped the woman across the face. "Stay out of my business! My viewers deserve to see this live. I’m doing this for them!"

Reese told me that it was clear that the Goddess had blessed our daughter once you saw her markings. Reese’s wolf, Botan, his coat was black. A rich, deep black that almost shimmered blue when he was in the sunlight. Eva’s markings were the same beautiful black color. She had a crescent moon on her right flank. Reese told me that it was a waxing crescent moon. According to Reese, her mark was filled with symbolism and contained several positive aspects. Including making new friends, being decisive, building a better future, and increasing her happiness and joy.

Yet Sharon moved it around like she was playing with a toy, and the smile on her face was not forced. Reaper’s edge was very different from Canyon’s Mouth. Unlike the aggressive looking Canyon’s Mouth, Reaper’s Edge had a very delicate look. It was a slender saber that was half Sarong’s height, and it was very beautiful. Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast.

The bullet struck against my side, hot silver searing through my muscle, agony exploded through me, white-hot, a pain that shoved me, vision blurring, as I toppled onto my back, human once more, my form quivering, warm, sticky life leaching out, pooling golden slick on concrete. Tyler laughed, a scornful laugh and stepped backward when Caspian tackled him, both of them smashing into a forge, sparks flying, metal caving in as they hit it. I dragged myself, one hand shaking, to a console and smeared my blood all over the keys. A screen came to life, a vision flashing before her like a bad dream—Elara and Jasmine, chained to altars, their wrists slit, silver sliding up from the ground, runes li

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

Can you please stop suspecting anything and everything? I felt a moment of dizziness. In my past life, he had accused me in exactly the same way. For an instant, I thought I had returned to the past and almost lost my balance, but a pair of strong hands caught me. It was Zayne. "Are you alright?" he asked. He was a head taller than Hayden, and I could feel his muscles even through his shirt. I smiled at him. "I'm alright." Zayne took the opportunity to put his arm around my shoulders. "If you're fine, then let's head back in together."

🦪 DORA 🦪 I freeze as a part of The Reaper’s mask falls just right in front of me. Breathing heavily, my gaze slowly travels to his face as he falls to the ground. My heart is beating so fast, screaming in my ribcage as I take steps closer to the man.

Of if he knows, he doesn't care. I stumble backwards, trying to give myself more time to catch my breath. The Reaper, on the other hand, sees it as the perfect opportunity to catch me off guard. He grabs me from my back holding me in a firm bear hold. I instantly crouch down, and spin to the side, before reaching out to punch him in the nuts, resulting in him releasing me from his grasp. I lunge forward and throw my elbow back to connect with his shoulder, pushing him away from me.

My fingers brush cold polymer. The Glock. It must have flown out of Drakon’s holster during the roll. I grab it. It feels heavy, a solid weight in a world that has lost its gravity. I check the slide. It’s in battery. The back doors of the van are twisted, hanging open on bent hinges. Through the gap, I see a pair of combat boots stop. A shadow falls over the opening. A Reaper leans down. He peers into the wreckage. He’s wearing a skull mask, his rifle raised.