Fear The Reapers Novels & Stories

Then back to my face. “Fine,” he said. “I'm listening. What do you feel?” I closed my eyes. Reached for the silver fire in my chest. It pulsed once. Twice. Then flared hot. “I feel death,” I whispered. “Coming for us.” When I opened my eyes, Nicholas' face had gone pale. “Stay here,” he said. “Don't move. Don't make a sound.” He crept toward the ridge, low to the ground, silent as a shadow.

"But here's the catch: the points you get are tied to your fear. The more terrified you are, the fewer points you get." "How does that work?" a man who looked like a retired soldier asked. Brad's smile turned cruel. "Fear level at 90 percent? You get 10 points. 99 percent? Just one. If it hits 100 percent..." "Your soul is shattered," Jessica finished. "Gone forever. No chance of reincarnation." The sound of hopeless sobs filled the air. But I raised my hand. "What if your fear level is zero?" I asked quietly. "How many points do you get then?"

Apparently, they now traveled in small packs when dealing with shifter deaths because Fenrir had killed one years ago who had tried to drag Lydia’s soul to Hell. My gaze dropped to their scythes. Reapers were low-level angels, one level below the foot soldiers they used as cannon fodder during battles. The only dangerous things about them were their weapons. “I told you we’d encounter the illegal psychopomps,” the male reaper said to his female companion. “If they’re not haunting wolf-shifter deaths, they’re infiltrating the Fifth Faction and stealing souls.” I rolled my eyes, even though his assessment of us was accurate. “Let’s be respectful of the recently bereaved and settle our differen

Victoria continued crying in my arms, but Tristan never once asked about her. Before I could react, a group of security guards burst into the room, restrained me, and threw me out of the hospital. The frigid night air made my wound sting unbearably while Victoria's screams had faded to hoarse, pitiful whimpers. My blood was pooling beneath us, dripping onto the ground beneath me.

The thought of him in the hands of his family's murderer made her shake with terror. "We're going to get them back," Stalker said, reassuringly but it did nothing to help the way Velia felt, "Whatever it takes." "How?" Velia asked, her voice barely a whisper. "If this Rosario person is powerful enough to take both Venom and Virus, how are we supposed to –” "We're The Reapers," Reaper cut in, "We don't leave family behind. Ever." Velia looked around the room at the assembled pack members, who had become her chosen family over the past months.

My toes occasionally dip into the warm ground as I explore the area near our den. I wrap my fingers around the wire as I look through the fence at the surrounding prairie. Omegas and betas haven't been permitted beyond the fence since the Dark Moon pack attack because our leadership is concerned that someone is hiding there. However, everything has been peaceful and I haven't scented any of the folks I fear. The feeling of being confined reminds me of the location from which I had to flee in the first place, The Rig , so I wish they would let us out once more.

I asked. West quickly shook his head and spoke. "Kim, they don't become reapers if they're afraid of blood. It's possible there's a reason for that. And if it's true that he says your eyes are red, maybe we should be alarmed." He's right! He had seen blood earlier but he wasn't scared.

“He’s Player 09.” He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I am the reaper, little ghost,” he whispered. This one single gesture of tucking my hair, and his scary harsh voice, made my knees knock against each other. Instinctively, I took a step backward. Then… if I lost, he would kill me! The bus flashed with warning red lights again, increasing the dose of adrenaline in my blood. [Five…] It started counting. [Four…] Downward.

Liam raised his saddened gaze to Saraid’s adamant stare and a small grin adorned his face as he shook his head. “Of that I have no doubt that you would try, but Reaper I fear may be too strong to ignore. He has had a millennium to sharpen his skills and I fear I may just lose you to him. All of us could lose you to him.” Saraid felt a combination of fear and anger. She was afraid of what she felt and how helpless she was when faced with Reaper, but she was angry with Liam for not trusting their relationship enough to believe that she could withstand him. It was after all her thoughts of Liam, Treasa, and the others that brought her back from Purgatory and Reapers hold.

But there are also some of them who are happy and excited because they want to overthrow the most treacherous organization in all of Asia. All was well so I confronted them. "For blood and glory!" They smiled and immediately responded to what I said. "We are eternal!" "Forever as one!" "The end is here!" "None shall remember them!" "We are the reapers!" "Let's taste their flesh!" "Fill them with regret!" "We're not afraid!" "DEATH AND GLORY!" Third Person Point Of View