Draw Reaper Novels & Stories

David growled as he reached over with one hand and slammed Tamara again against the side of the car. Red spots filled her vision and she screamed, pain exploding in her body. “Marcel couldn’t do the job properly. This time, I’ll do it myself!”

I got into rooms and managed to avoid the people moving around, they were all busy arranging the venue for the wedding to notice me anyway. But even if they saw me, I didn't care. I was going to kill anyone who stood in my way and the flame torch and gun I held in my hand made me feel invincible. I was going to burn her alive and I was going to savour every cry of her pain. The phone I held in my hand pinged and I rushed to look at it then gasped when I saw that it was a picture of Raphael lying on the floor with blood pooling all around his midriffs.

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

It really is a terrifying—tall and skinny reaper without a face. Its scythe almost got Hessuel. Looking up in the direction of the blizzard, "Tackle with the wind!" I said. The second he maintains a stance on the ground, I blow in the air to change its direction, where Hessuel is facing. So when he jumps, the wind is to his advantage and he catches the reaper to the ground with his claws, biting its scruff. "Hold it!" I ran to snatch its scythe while it's trapped, however, the scythe passed through my hand and I consequently stumbled!

The hiss of the draining pod was the loudest sound Sela had ever heard. It filled the small, cold room, drowning out the frantic beat of her own heart. The clear liquid swirled down, revealing the body of the Reaper inch by inch. He was tall, with short-cropped hair and a face that was all sharp angles, even in sleep. He wore the simple grey tunic and trousers of the Citadel, now plastered to his skin by the fluid. His eyelids fluttered.

Then, he walks back into the shadows and pulls out a chair, which, by the way, looks more like the extras he claims I have. His eyes dart back and forth between me and the chair, but once he's made up his mind, the vampire grins and places the chair directly in front of me, sitting down only after he's made sure we face each other. "I see. Okay, let's let this little lie of yours slide for a moment and move on to the next question. Tell me, is Kieran alive?" The smirk doesn't disappear from his lips, but the ancient vampire still has some emotions visible in his eyes. Fear.

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

A Reaper stepped through the portal opening. Tall, with ebony hair, he wore the long black cloak she expected to see, a scythe in his hand. The man quickly ran to the left of the portal, and then another Reaper appeared on his heels. Dressed identically, with the same weapon, he ran to the right. Then, another sprang forth, and another. Ru watched, her eyes wide as the Reapers continued to pour out of the portal, as if Hell had spilled an inkwell and the thick, black substance was covering the entire earth.

There was something in the presence of him that made everyone around him seem diminished, uneasy. I should have looked away. I knew that. But I couldn't. Something I couldn't name, a pull held me in place, my gaze fixed on him. Even from this distance, I could feel the cold, hard aura around him. Broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the fabric stretched taut over his chest. The light traced the contours of his face—sharp, handsome. Godness, how could I use such words to describe The Reaper? Darius spread his arms wide. "Alpha Kael. Welcome. My pack is honored beyond—"