Fear The Reapers Novels & Stories

"F*ck! I was terrified to death! It's excessively frightening!" "This reaper is so strong! It's so frightening!" "That is incredible, that is truly extraordinary. This little charlatan passed on excessively well!" "Today is by all accounts strangely ridiculous!" "Which livestream wasn't horrendous? Each livestream is ridiculous!" "Truth be told, however this time it's significantly more ridiculous than previously! This is just the main game, and there's now a particularly appalling demise. Just a head's been shaved off by the reaper!" Projectile messages were conveyed in a thick stream, and a wide range of remunerations were sent over, as though they were free. The whole live transmission ro

It was a rhythmic, mechanical throb that felt too perfect, too synchronized. "Dax, do you feel that?" I asked, my grip tightening on the handlebars. "I feel it," he grumbled. He checked his rearview. "Reaper, fall back and scout. Something’s coming up the rear, and it’s moving faster than a Harley." Reaper dropped back, his bike a receding shadow. Seconds later, his voice crackled through the comms, filled with a raw, jagged panic. "Dax! Pull up! It’s not the feds! It’s "

I got in my fighting stance and grinned. "You're their king, you're king of them all, an actual sexy Grim Reaper," I said assuredly as I swung my scythe and began fighting with the different weapon equipped reapers. I didn't want to kill them, only wished for them to back off. I tucked my scythe underneath my arm and waved a binding spell, wrapping three of the attackers into my golden binds. Ellis had his two back up against the building's wall. I glanced at him and he said he couldn't kill them for doing their job. I narrowed my eyes gazing over my captured reapers. "Why are you trying to reap him? He's like you, a reaper and it's against our rules to reap each other," I growled angrily.

No voice came up on her throat. The horror was clear on her sister's face. She died horrified. Serra swallowed and tasted blood on her own mouth. She willed herself to go to Rila but she can't move. Her feet was like cemented on the ground. She heard a loud hiss behind her. She turned around and stunned on what she saw. Hundreds of Reapers fills her sight. Their eyes were ember red, claws so sharp, and shadows that comes out from their body like smoke. They were all looking at her with deadly gaze. But one thing that surprised her was a man that stood in front of the Reapers.

Another reaper was already there—tall, cloaked, and walking toward the entrance with purpose. “Hey,” I called out, stepping in his path. “Who’s on your list tonight?” He glanced at me coldly. “None of your business,” he snapped. “You know the rules.” He moved past me and entered the bar. Straight into the same hallway. The same room. My pulse raced—something I hadn’t felt in years. Is this fear? “Let me take that soul for you tonight,” I offered, trying to steady my voice. He paused, amused. “You’re not thinking clearly, Cullen.”

Thelma said with so much anger. Cindy stopped in her tracks and said, “First of all, who do you think you are to walk into my space and accuse me of things you have no idea of? I look at you and all I feel is pity… you trail after Lisa like some lost puppy, trying to fit into a life that you have barely worked for…” She took a step closer, looking so intimidating that Thelma actually took a step back out of shock. “… and then you call me a gold digger, but take a look at yourself and tell me who the cap fits better. Freaking wannabe like you.” She spat out the words venomously, meaning every word. For the first time in her life, Cindy realised that she was no longer afraid of the two women s

He caught up and stood next to her, looking puzzled. "Uh, is this it?" Demitri asked, looking at the trees. Becca rolled her eyes and started to walk through the path. Demitri was confused, but followed her anyways. They went through the woods, and out on the other end was another field. The grass stretched for miles, making the two feel small. No school, no track, no people, not even a rock or tree could be seen; just emptiness filled with a blue sky, and a green ground. To Becca, the woods were like a portal. On one side is a life full of expectation, and on the other was a life built alone.

He whispers. ~ "No!!No!!." I screamed and jolted up from the bed with fear. The door creaked open revealing mom, she rushed to me and gave me a warm hug as always. This isn't the first time I have been experiencing the same nightmare. "It's okay Zara.....it's okay." Mom says softly patting my back. "I saw him mom, I saw him again mom." I sobbed. "Am here for you, it's okay." "What if he comes back mom?." I ask withdrawing from the hug.

“Yes, I understand.” Those three words continue to echo around my head as I stand here hoping beyond hope that everything that had just happened was a dream. Yes, I understand, as if someone had given him an order, but an order to do what, part of me didn’t want to know. I stood there in silence letting his words echo around me, but the earths sudden rumbling brought me back to present, the sound of a stampede quickly, I turn the corner to see if Cooper is okay or woken up. I see a figure standing behind the blur, his features disguised by the blurry lines that seem to flow from the other creature. But both seem to turn and look in my direction, Coopers eyes seem to be glazed over, but from

“I don’t believe that.” “You don’t have to believe it,” the doppelgänger whispered, circling her like a predator. “You feel it. Don’t you? The anger. The fear. The power. It’s been growing inside you since the day you were born. You think you’re the last Moonborn by accident? You were crafted for this.” Emily backed away, shaking. “I’m not a weapon.” “You’re a reaper, Emily. And every reaper eventually learns to stop running.”