Fear The Reapers Novels & Stories

He stepped over it, wiping his gloved fingers on his thigh, leaving dark smears. Cannes' men swung their weapons toward the new threat, but Decker didn't flinch. He just tilted his head, the skull mask catching the dim light. “Pointing your guns at my friend is a crime in its own right. Pointing it at me is different. Surely, you can tell the others who did are dead?” Fuck, if I could cum right now, I would. “Nice timing, Reap.” Decker didn’t look at me. Instead, his mask stayed facing Cannes who seemed awestruck at first but after a few minutes, stretched his hand out as he slapped on a perfectly normal smile on his face. “You are a very hard man to find, Reaper King.”

They ran anyway, breathless though they didn’t need breath. The reaper’s scythe slashed again, carving through smoke and bone. The Wraith howled, splitting apart, dragged back into the cracks it had torn in the Veil. The air sealed shut with a thunderclap. Silence fell. Avery pressed against the nearest wall, gasping. Their hands shook violently. “What the hell was that—what the hell was that?” The reaper planted their scythe into the ground and leaned on it, eyes burning with cold fury. “That was the mess you made.”

I had to find something I could do to make money that I could be discrete enough to accomplish without drawing the attention of the massive amount of people I managed to successfully piss off by means of killing the under-lord, Christian. That led to my current livelihood of being an assassin. I started out with nothing more than the knife that killed my mother, Christian’s belt and sheath, and my rags cut, sewed, and repurposed into a disguise to hide my hair and face. I was sloppy in the beginning, and it was a wonder I’d never been caught. As the years passed, I became the most efficient, deadly, mysterious, and untraceable assassin. I entered unseen, killed in silence, and vanished witho

It was you. His jaw crooked in a rueful grin. The solace was immaculate. Rains came and flooded my soul. For the longest time, I was alone. I journeyed in dreams and shadow, through the valley of the damned, looking for a place you could be born. I walked and walked, until I could walk no more, constantly dreaming of you. When it was time to plant, I did. And now? I am the Reaper. “And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?”

She inquired but I would not listen to a word that she had to say. I howled beastly at her and she shivered hard with fear. I could hear her heart beating, I could feel her feet shivering and those only made me gladdened my heart, the smell of fear. Don't hurt me, Eva, it's me, your lovely mother." she returned to me trembling with fear and cold shivers already running down her spine. But I would not listen to a word that she had to say, my quest for blood and flesh was far greater than her pleas...

I could feel his hot breath travel down my face, sending shockwaves through my entire body. His eyes bore into me, sharp and unyielding. All of a sudden, I felt small, like a prey cornered by a predator, ready to pounce. This wasn’t how I envisioned our meeting. The warmth, the laughter, the gentle personality I had dreamt of now felt like nothing but a pup's whimsical fantasy. Lori howled in distress, her cries echoing my own fears and her anxiety merging with mine. I stood torn between the urge to lash out at him for hurting her and the paralyzing fear of his rejection.

"The rules are simple; Don't get found, and you won't die." My fingers trembled slightly. I swallowed hard, trying to push the fear away, but it resurfaced almost instantaneously. "Medusa turns players to stone with eye contact." "The Reaper harvest souls upon contact with his soul cutter." "Dracula may choose to kill or turn players into thralls, but who are we kidding, he would probably kill you all." Panic exploded in my chest. "No… no… this is an impossible situation!" "I'm dead! We're all dead!"

The Reaper returns at dawn. I haven't slept. None of us have. We've spent the night in the foundation, planning. Preparing. Panicking quietly. "Training starts now." She announces. No greeting. No warmth. Just business. "You have three months to learn what death itself took eons to master. We begin immediately." "Who are we fighting?" Damon demands. Always the alpha. Always needing control. Always asking the questions that matter. The Reaper's smile turns cold. "Someone you know. Someone Aurora knows very well. Someone who died because of her. Someone who wants revenge so badly they're willing to destroy all of existence to get it."

“I love you, Tessa. More than I love the survival of this motorcycle club. More than I love anything else on this earth.” “I love you too, Stone,” I whispered back. Then, he turned his back on me, unlocked the door, and he was completely gone. Within a few minutes, the massive, deafening roar of thirty powerful motorcycle engines completely filled the open air of the compound yard, shaking the glass windows of the bedroom. The Iron Reapers rode out through the front gates in a tight, perfect riding formation, heading straight down the dark highway toward what could easily be a very bloody, lethal confrontation with the Devils gang. I stood perfectly still by the glass window and watched the

’ my wolf asked as they were mere inches away from him. Everything started to move in slow motion, and then, I breathed. As the air came up out of my lungs and through my nostrils, I blinked for only a fraction of a second, and he was already gone. ‘I am more scared of whatever has convinced him to become that man,’ I finally answered my wolf, as Cassian's shadow lingered behind one of the warriors. For those brief milliseconds where Cassian completely vanished and his shadow manifested behind one of the men, I was convinced that the true Night Reaper was back.