Draw Reaper Novels & Stories

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.

The prince of the rouges growled. Drake was panting, gasping for air. He closes his eyes, feeling the presence of the beating heart. As he opened his eyes, it was blood red. He wore the devil's eye. It was cold, dark, mysterious, and dangerous. The prince of the rouges steps backward, trembling. He didn't try to struggle off the chain; he just wore his dangerous lopsided grin.

I saw. Reaper's car was behind ours, and as we reached the club, he followed me into my office. "Boss!" he says. "I have a picture of London, and I want it printed out and placed everywhere on the internet and even physically. Two Hundred Thousand dollars will be given to anyone who brings London alive to me. My number should be added to it," I tell Reaper. The picture was an unaware pic I had taken of London recently, we were on the couch and she had a bowl of popcorn in between her legs. She looked so young and happy, her fair was drawn away from her face.

If any of them escape alive, the nightmare of the Redwood Wolves will never truly end, so she decides to use one of her gifts to help without anyone noticing her presence. Saya, lost in her thirst for revenge and overwhelmed by the unbearable pain of seeing her mate badly wounded and nearly unconscious, snaps Augusto’s neck and tosses his lifeless body aside. Killing him so easily feels almost disappointing, she had hoped for a bit more fight to vent all her rage.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

He was amused to see the Kelpie had used his huge size and hooves to destroy as many of the humans cars as he could, it was going to be a long walk home for some of them he huffed. Where was Brother Andrew? He suddenly realised he probably should have gone and helped the monk before taking his revenge on the human, he felt his stomach suddenly tie itself in knots, surely no one could survived a gunshot to the face could they? He looked around to see Brother Andrew being tended to by several Reivers including the wolf who had been driving the car but Duncan couldn’t tell if he alive or dead. Hearing a sound close to him Fael swung his huge head round to see a soldier walking towards him, palm

More people appear fighting for both sides but I concentrated on Breydon as he snaps his arm back into place, they could heal just as quickly as wolves. We circle each other, his red eyes on me the whole time, he was waiting for me to shift, waiting for me to attack just as I was waiting for him. “You bitch” he dives at me with speed and sends me flying to the ground but I am quick to jump on my feet and punch him in the face, breaking his nose sending blood spilling down his chin and I feel Reaper smile Finally some blood, now let me out ‘Not yet, I need to do this myself’

He has a solid jawline, clean-shaven face, thinner cheeks with just the right amount of plumpness, dimples that would take any normal woman’s breath away, beautiful bright brown eyes with flecks of gold, a tall leanly-muscled build, and short dark brown hair that is always neatly combed to one side, but tufts at the top in a cute way. I give him a polite nod that contradicts the rude way that I shove past him to step inside. I wordlessly pass him the name and photo of my target that came with the job posting, fixing him with an intense emerald-green gaze. He already knows the drill and I’m not one for pleasantries or small talk. He gives a low chuckle at my straight-to-business attitude, “al

a rogue faction of the original tribe who had rejected the resonance ten thousand years ago to embrace the vacuum of the deep reach. The Reapers were a terrifying inversion of the Silver Crest evolution. Their skin was a dull, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the binary suns, and their eyes were pits of absolute white, devoid of the gold ring of the healer or the silver flash of the king. They didn't carry staves of light; they carried "Abyssal Scythes," jagged weapons of void-steel that hummed with a frequency designed to drain the resonance from any living thing. "The harvest is here," the lead Reaper hissed, his voice a discordant harmony that vibrated painfully in our mar