Draw Reaper Novels & Stories

With a determined in hale, I turned and walked into the open, hands raised, and waited for the storm. In a matter of seconds, dozens of boots thundered through the forest, Red dots painting my chest like a strawberry. A circle of rifles closed around me from all angles. I didn't move. A final car pushed through the trees, slower, deliberate, before rolling to a stop right in front of my shattered car. The back door opened. Malcolm Reece stepped out. He looked like he'd dressed for the occasion, perfect black suit, red tie like fresh blood, hair not one strand out of place. The smile he gave me was slow and ugly and victorious.

I sprinted for the Interceptor, vaulting onto the pillion seat behind him. "Jax! Sienna! Reaper!" Dax barked into the comms. "I need its arms busy! Break its kneecaps, blind it, I don't care! Just give me a clear run at that ramp!" "You got it, Prez!" Reaper yelled from the second story. Reaper didn't aim for the armor. He aimed for the crimson visor. He fired three rapid shots, shattering the optical sensors on the left side of the Avatar's face.

Reaper yelled, fumbling for the darts. Too late. Rabbit launched himself at Reaper, teeth sinking into the meat of his forearm. Reaper bellowed, tried to shake him off, but two more were already up, moving wrong, too fast, too strong. Ghost fired a dart into one’s neck; the man didn’t even flinch, just turned and charged. I saw the shiv in his hand, a jagged piece of bedframe, and I reacted on instinct. My rifle coughed twice, it's was a center mass.

The air crackled with anticipation as they confronted the looming figure of The Reaper. In a secluded clearing, The Reaper's sinister presence was palpable. His eyes glinted with a malevolent gleam as he regarded Lin, Hunter's dad, and mom. The pack members observed from a distance, their anxiety evident in hushed conversations and furtive glances. Lin took a deep breath and addressed The Reaper, her voice unwavering. "We need answers. What have you done with Hunter, and why are you manipulating the pack?" The Reaper, shrouded in dark energy, chuckled ominously. "Ah, Lin, always the curious one. Hunter is safe... for now. As for the pack, I merely offer guidance. A wise alpha should welcome

She stirred but didn’t wake. I went into the garage and pressed the hidden switch near the wall, and a section of the floor slid aside, revealing the stairwell to the hideout below. My old colors were there, a black leather jacket with the reaper’s emblem stitched on the back, and I pulled them on piece by piece with the boots, the gloves and the cut. The man staring back at me in the mirror wasn’t the man Serena kissed goodnight; he was the Reaper of the Hellfangs MC, and tonight, he had work to do.

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

The players eyes widened in terror, as the three figures emerged from the shadows. Medusa stood tall, her hair writhing like snakes, each strand tipped with venomous fangs. Her eyes glowed like embers, piercing through the darkness. A stone-like mask covered her face, except for her full, crimson lips, curved into a wicked smile. The Reaper loomed beside her, his presence like a shadow cast over the land. His eyes were empty sockets, his skin gray and decaying. A black hood covered his face, and his tattered cloak billowed behind him. His blood streaked soulcutter was held firmly to his chest as though passing a silent warning.

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.

Aphrodite wanted to step in there, but I immediately restrained her. "Take a good look." I pointed at the pillars of the bridge, if you don't look carefully you can't see it. Because the pillars supporting the bridge are... "What is a reaper?" Aphrodite's eyes opened wide as the supports turned into skulls with bloodshot eyes. I've often seen these white bone reapers guarding Jack's castle, hell no.... Jack's house looks more modern than a castle, so I'm not surprised by the appearance of these reapers.

Reyona raised her voice as she looked in the direction that led to the kitchen and said, “Can you see what I am seeing, Rouarke?” “I…I am not sure I can.” The man placed his camera bag on the closest table and moved closer to Reyona. “Look closely, Rouarke. In fact, bring out your camera so that you can capture this very well.” “What…what are you talking about? You…what are you doing?” The woman said this when she saw Rouarke bring out his camera. Then he started seriously setting it up, like he was about to capture something serious. Glad that Rouarke was such a good sport, Reyona fully got into her role as she said, “Let your camera capture that angle over there. Can you see that big roach