Fear The Reapers Novels & Stories

"Felix was also extremely upset when Ryan passed away. Why would he ever harm his own pup?" Faith shot a mocking look at me and said, "That's because he was feeling scared and regretful. Felix knew that Ryan was allergic to the scent of lilies, but he still gave me a bottle of lily perfume and reminded me to use it when we were making love in Ryan's ward. "After you raised your hand against me, he still summoned all the healers to my side even though he knew that I hadn't gotten hurt. Do you know why?" A gleeful smile stretched across Faith's lips.

I said. The flight was a blur of G-force and emerald fire. The Reapers had deployed "Sentries"—smaller, insectoid drones that swarmed the sky like locusts. Fenris pushed the flyer to its limits, weaving through the obsidian pillars and diving into canyons to avoid the scanning beams. "Hold on!" Fenris roared as a Reaper beam clipped our wing. The flyer spun, the world turning into a kaleidoscope of green and grey. I felt Silas’s shadows wrap around the interior of the cabin, acting as a cushion of dark energy. I looked out the window and saw the mountain.

Shifting his hands, he built up momentum for a deadlier strike. "Dance Of the Corpse Emperor." Ren said calmly. He swiped his fan and walked away with Two and Mei. 'What is it Reap?' Reap System: I have a very unique quest for you. "What was that?" An Inheriting Disciple asked. He then felt a chill run down his spine. "Brrr that is cold." "Ahh, I am cold to." Another Disciple said. "Eeep!" He jumped in fear turning around. But no one was there. 'I know I felt something just now.'

“Maybe you don’t know who I am yet. Maybe you don’t care. But if you kill me, you won’t get rid of me completely.” His eyes narrowed. “I’ll haunt you,” I continued. “And so will Eli. His ghost will follow you everywhere. You won’t be able to sleep. You won’t be able to breathe without remembering what you did to your children.” Something changed in his posture. The gun slowly lowered. I stared at him. “Until the day you go completely mad,” I whispered. “Mad enough to put that same gun to your own damn head.” The room became deathly quiet. Reaper stared at me for a long moment. Then, slowly, he lowered the weapon completely.

Felt like it too. I turned back toward the garage. Reapers were waiting. Liam was lurking. And Boris—he was already caged. All that was left was deciding how hard we wanted to hit back. The Reapers rolled in like a storm that had finally found its eye. Bikes lined up clean, engines cut, and the van eased in behind them. Ripper stepped out first—his cut worn, his face carved with months of searching. He didn’t look around. He looked straight at me.

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.

Looking around as his heart is in a race for the horror that he witnessed, he felt a tingling sensation at the back of him, and turning quickly around as he swallowed his fear, he comes face to face to a beautiful woman in a reaper’s scythe. “Hello and welcome, John.” Calling his name as her smile fixed unto her beautiful face and perfect image, both her grace and the warning flag of a death trap where there is no escape left him in a stun. “Who are you?” Somewhat stuttering, yet took his composure as he is trying to hide his fear inside. The reaper smiles back, leaning close as she could smell the fear all over his body as it gives her pure satisfaction.

The Reapers were herding them, cutting off their escape routes, forcing them deeper into the heart of the ordered land. Liora's mind raced. The Balance within her recoiled from the Reapers' energy. It was the opposite of everything it stood for. How could she fight a power that sought to create a balance of nothing? A zero? They burst into a small clearing where the trees had been recently harvested, leaving a field of stumps. There was nowhere left to run. The Reapers emerged from the rows of trees, forming a silent, perfect triangle around them. Their blank, mirrored helmets showed the terrified faces of Liora's family reflected back at them.

It was its face! I heard screams all around me as the other Reapers brought their blades down, then up, then down again, stabbing Mother, Father, and Gladys over and over. Gladys’s blood felt warm as it splashed against me, soaking my face and dress and hair. She reached for me from across the table, terror in her eyes, until whatever life they’d once held simply disappeared. Her gaze became empty, and her body ceased to move, save for the shudder it gave each time the Reaper stabbed it. “Gladys?” I tried to say, but I choked on her name. Somehow, all the air had left my lungs. “Mother?”

My fear started to rage out of control as I was getting closer to the top. I inhaled slowly and looked up, catching his eyes again before quickly looking away. I had never seen a Reaver in person before, and definitely hadn’t ever been this close to one. From everything my mother had taught me about Reavers, I never wanted to be this close. I just kept replaying my death over and over while trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall down my cheeks.