Draw Reaper Novels & Stories

She had not dared herself to look at Shaine as Sheels backed out, telling her to stand beside her. It’s been over half an hour and the gloominess of the chamber was pressing in on her. There was no window and the deep-orange brick walls were painted with grotesque images that included people writhing in flames, people being tortured to insanity, and, most of all, the reaper with his scythe hanging right on his shoulder, his eyes hidden on his hood, though it felt so much like he’s really staring at her as though he’s not merely a lifeless painting.

Reaper stood in the doorway. Calm. Still. Smiling. Not a big smile. Not a cruel one. A knowing one. Like he’d been waiting for this moment. Like he’d been waiting for me. I pressed myself against the wall, shaking so hard my teeth chattered. “Please—please don’t—” He stepped into the truck. The men around me went silent. Reaper crouched in front of me, his face inches from mine. His eyes were dark, unreadable, terrifyingly calm.

he said, his voice low, a rough rasp of calm. Reaper stepped inside, the hallway light casting him in long, intimidating shadows that stretched across the floor. His leather cut hung open over a black shirt, and his dark jeans were grease-stained, familiar signs of his world. There was something off in his posture—shoulders tense, but not in that calculated, ready-to-fight way. This was something else. Worn. Like he carried a weight no one else saw. He glanced at the untouched sandwich on the small table by the window. “You planning on starving yourself?”

"Weren't you so good at toughing it out earlier? So full of justice—even claiming to be Ms. Spencer herself. How ridiculous!" "Hurry up and admit you're just lying! If not, I'll leave you to drown here!" I did not give in to them. I had died once in my past life—I wasn't afraid to die again. Once Mark regained consciousness, he would tell Eric everything. So I wasn't worried about Eric not knowing how I died. He would avenge me then, and I could die knowing it was worth it. A hand yanked my hair, pulling me out of the water. I coughed violently, struggling to catch my breath, when I heard Jared's icy tone from above me.

"If the core stops turning, we lose the gravity-well. We lose everything!" The Static-Reapers Arrive As the Earth began its fusion ignition, the Sink at the edge of the sector took notice. Out of the Absolute Zero, the Reapers appeared. They weren't ships. They were enormous, spindly needles of "Solid Cold"-beings resembling frozen lightning bolts. They didn't fire weapons; they simply floated toward the Earth, and wherever their shadow passed, all motion halted. Birds froze mid-air, falling like stones. The "Seed-Walkers" in the nurseries turned into emerald statues.

"What do you think?" Arlo slides the laptop toward me, and I lean in. Dark gold bleeds across the card's surface. A hooded Grim Reaper, scythe in hand, face deliberately hidden, anchors the center. Clean. Dangerous. Expensive-looking without trying too hard. He rotates the 3D preview a full three-sixty, and the gold seems to breathe, fracturing into liquid light with every angle. I slap my palm on the desk. "That one."

The man in front of her asked slowly. "I'm sorry to have provoked the lord god, I didn't know that you are the one right behind me" Rose bowed her head and didn't want to look up at him. "A minute ago you were grateful, a minute later you are calling the same person unlucky. I didn't know that grim Reaper Rose has so much mood fluctuation" The lord god picked a dirt out of her hair. "Then I don't disturb you" Rose bowed and made to leave but the other person pulled her back and hugged her waist making her lean on him.

I furrowed my brow and shook my head. "No, Nekane. I'm the Reaper Queen and a Death Goddess. I will not run and hide, I will fight and destroy my enemy," I decreed as I called my scythe and felt the black smoke roll across my flesh making a black cloak. I was a kick ass female reaper and Nekane nodded his head doing what I'd done. We were awesome together and I held his hand as we vanished to reap his brother.

Like hoppy. The girl wheezed, tried to crawl away, but the bonds held tightly, and her back rested against a tree trunk. Only a few steps separated the victim from the undead. The stench emanating from the Walker became unbearable. The ugly face of a ghoul with traces of earth on rotting skin was distorted by greed. Blue lips stretched out, revealing strong teeth. Someone's husband or father will bite her to death. Someone who loved, suffered, lived, but died and... was reborn into this .

She takes my hand and we walk back over to the podium. "We will now continue with the reaping. Announcer, please continue." I take my beautiful mate and lead her to our seats. I continue to hold her hand as we sit. She is shaking slightly so I continue to hold her hand. I rub soothing circles on her hand with my thumb and I feel her stiffen slightly before she relaxes. Cora remarkably remains calm and stoic. I have a feeling that she knows that she cannot show how she is feeling to those in the crowd so she mimics my behavior.