Fear The Reapers Novels & Stories

“I’ll check it out.” “No,” I said, leaping to my feet. “I’m coming with you.” There was no way I would let fear dictate my actions. Not anymore. He hesitated, his brow furrowed in concern. “Maya, it’s not safe.” “I don’t care,” I insisted, meeting his gaze steadfastly. “I won’t be left behind again. If there’s danger, I want to be ready for it.” With a sigh of resignation, Armando relented, gesturing for me to follow. “Fine. But stick close to me.” We moved to the edge of the patio, peering around the corner of the house just as a group of motorcycles rolled onto the property. My breath caught in my throat, every instinct screaming at me to retreat. But I pressed forward, adrenaline surging

he mumbled sadly and I hugged him tightly, telling him I missed him. "The reaper section is a mess. Reapers are retaliating and aren't doing their collections. Victoria is making those disputing her disappear, like my poor Ronan. I fear the human realm is going to experience an apocalypse soon if you two don't get rid of that ignorant female pretending to be in charge," he said gravely.

I felt different emotions from them but one thing was the same, fear. “Why are they leaving?” I asked the reaper who was just standing by the door looking at us. “The sealer who was protecting them is gone. What do you want them to do? Stay here and get eaten by evil spirits and demons?” he responded sarcastically. I have a feeling that this reaper have something against me. “Who are you talking to, Serra?” Xyrus directed his upfront to where I was looking. I ignored him and steadied my eyes at the reaper showing my determination to the latter. “I could protect them,” I said.

Aznar leaned on the enemy with his whole body, and, growling from tension, threw the spider, thrashing in agony, off the bridge. -Forward! Aznar ordered. - Get them off the bridge. The shaft of the spear was slick with slime, and he gripped it tighter, pointing it forward. The new spiders were already running towards them, unafraid of death. *** A terrible primal fear bound the body, squeezing the heart with an invisible cold hand. The fear for the children became so strong that Deja wanted to howl, but she could not utter a sound. The Reaper had no eyes, but looked at her, slowly turning his soul inside out.

My wolf, my best friend, Daphne is silent. Then I hear the distant footsteps approaching. But this is not Helios; I know the sound of his footstep by heart and this is not him. This is my family. No. They’re not my family. Families don’t hurt one another like this. Families should invoke love, not fear. And fear is what I am feeling now. My heartbeat becomes erratic as the steps grow louder, heavier, and closer. I begin to tremble. It is as if the reapers of hell have come.

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

Cora I find myself standing in front of a man whose face I can't see but I feel that I should fear him. I am standing with the rest of the women for the reaping knowing that I am going to be picked by this man who is scaring me. I hear a voice say my name and I know it's over for me. Any chance of me going back home to my village is gone. All hope of having a happy life is destroyed as soon as I see the devious smirk on his face.

Very different from Avi, who at that time met at the lake with me. With slow steps she tried to approach me, at that time I stepped back slowly. Her voice was hoarse as if he was enduring the pain of death, trying to make a voice to speak to me. This time, the fear was not as big as when Selena and Eva came to dreamland, maybe because they were used to it. "Please ... find ... her ...."

They turned to look at the already scared vampires with smug looks on their faces. The vampires who were tied down to the floor began to tremble in fear, mumbling out words hastily as the warriors furiously marched over to them. The Reapers pulled them up forcefully away from the ground and to their feet. "You still want to do this even after your king has given you all the instructions?" One of the vampires mumbles out in fear.

The old world was dying, its systems collapsing under the weight of its own greed, leaving nothing but the raw, unvarnished truth of the road. I resting my hand over my stomach, feeling the steady, calm rhythm of my own breath. We weren't a project anymore. We weren't a corporate investment. We were the anarchy that had survived the harvest, and as the first thunder of the incoming mountain battle began to echo through the valley, I knew the Queen wasn't going to hide behind the stone for long. The Reaper was in the shadows, but the Montague name was already written in the iron of the gates, and we were going to make sure the dark learned exactly who owned the dawn.