Fear The Reapers Novels & Stories

NYX’s POV “Salvador suuuucks!” Narin and I had barely stepped into the Rebel’s hideout when we were welcomed by the loud screech of a male banshee- or rather, a farshee- who was obviously fed up with Salvador Academy. I jumped, my hands covering my ears to block out his ear-splitting scream which shook the entire basement. The dude was lucky we were in an underground bunker. If he had pulled this off outside, the Westwood forest would have easily carried his cries to the ears of the guardians. That would lead him into some serious trouble.

We joined them at the balcony rail, looking down. The city was no longer peaceful. The wonder was curdling into confusion, and confusion into fear. Fights had broken out in the streets. A group had surrounded a dormant Reaper, throwing rocks at it. The Reaper stood motionless, following its new directive to protect, not to harm, but its very presence was a trigger. “They’re scared,” I said, my heart sinking. “They don’t understand.” “They need to hear from you,” Jeff said, turning to me. “Not a broadcast. They need to see you. They need to know the person in charge isn’t a monster.”

“Don’t you talk about my family.” “They’ll die, Gabriel, just like my mother and father. Just like thousands of mothers and fathers. Every animal and plant will be decimated. Rivers and oceans will dry up. Forests will disappear. If the Reapers are allowed to rise and stay here, nothing will be left but a barren wasteland. I’ve seen it.” He stared out into the forest. There were no words left to say. All he knew of the Reapers were some paintings on a wall and a vision shown to him by a vampire, probably the same one that ended his human life. How could he trust that? How could he just believe?

Things would be far different. The time had finally come. Any moment now, the Reaper would be making his grand entrance. I found myself growing nervous, yet I wasn't sure why. Though deep down, I knew the answer. The Reaper was as scary as they get. I've heard the tales they tell about him. The creative ways in which he prolongs a person's suffering. To the point that his victims plead for their deaths.

he asks calmly. That's the thing people fear most about War. Not the yelling. Not the violence. The calm. The man's breathing turns ragged immediately. "W-What the fuck—" "You don't sit in my club talkin' about Reaper women like they're meat," War interrupts, his voice low enough to suck all the air out of the room. "Especially when you don't know who the fuck you're speakin' on." Recognition hits the second guy first. Then pure panic follows right behind it.

“I will never go with you!” Behind him, the darkness between the trees began to shift and move, the shadows taking form. Ru’s eyes widened in sheer horror as she realized what she was seeing. An army of Reapers stood behind Thanatos, scythes in hand, their hoods covering their faces. Each of them had to be well over six feet tall, and by their posture, Ru could tell they were angry. Outnumbered at least two dozen to one, she had no choice. Ru turned and began to run.

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.

You must stand in my shoes to understand the feeling. Suddenly, Kieran grabs the nearest chair and throws it against the wall before he storms out of the room. I jump up in my seat, worried that my words have set the vampire off and he will come back to teach me a lesson. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset him," I stammer as I struggle to hold back the tears that run down my cheeks. Fear has always been a part of my life, but I don't think Vladimir's malicious behaviour has ever scared me as much as Kieran's anger.

DARIUS POV Two Weeks Later The full moon came and went. We never celebrated with a festival. Too many of my pack members were fearful that the full moon has become a bad omen. Following the attack from the Forza Pack, and Lyle’s death, nobody wanted to celebrate. I was disappointed, but I understood everyone’s concern.

The sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.