Fear The Reapers Novels & Stories

I wasn’t mindless. But if a reason and an opportunity came knocking? My lips slowly stretched into something wilder, something unhinged as chaos broke around me. A soft laugh bubbled up, low and amused. “Haha…” Oh, I would take it. I would take it and tear everyone apart. I would shed blood. I remained where I was as people ran, stumbling over themselves, screaming like preys that hadn't realized who the true predator was. “It’s the Four Reapers—run! Run!”

I was afraid of losing my father again, the only family I had left, and the fact of watching him lose the light in his eyes in front of me was excruciating. I don't think I can go through that horrendous pain ever again. But there was something else, something about the Reaper. I felt like I hadn't gotten rid of him. I mean, I still had the dagger that I used to execute him, so it was always a dead end for the motherfucker if he returned to the pack. It felt like I had a connection with him, and that frightened me. Shannon told me that Reapers were born from resurrection. What if this man in question was trying to protect or save a loved one before he died?

a rogue faction of the original tribe who had rejected the resonance ten thousand years ago to embrace the vacuum of the deep reach. The Reapers were a terrifying inversion of the Silver Crest evolution. Their skin was a dull, matte black that seemed to suck the light out of the binary suns, and their eyes were pits of absolute white, devoid of the gold ring of the healer or the silver flash of the king. They didn't carry staves of light; they carried "Abyssal Scythes," jagged weapons of void-steel that hummed with a frequency designed to drain the resonance from any living thing. "The harvest is here," the lead Reaper hissed, his voice a discordant harmony that vibrated painfully in our mar

Maybe at least in this way it will be possible to drown out the disgust that tears the soul? Only, beat - do not beat, nothing can be changed. No matter how many three times oneself with a washcloth, one cannot scrape off the invisible dirt from the body, which has eaten into it tightly along with the fear that drives one crazy. Fear that today or tomorrow the tormentor will fulfill his promise - he will return. And everything will repeat. Kleskh said - fear fetters the will, kills Dar. And now, at the mere thought of the sorcerer's kreff, Lesana's consciousness froze in blind panic. What a gift! She wouldn't even be able to run away if he came to her again.

Large bloodstained disparate in areas. The men stood around watching Claire gasp her last breath. Nobody said a word, at first. The air reeked of the metallic stink. Death in the broadcast as the screams went mute. They dissolved into another nature for each victim. The men glanced at Scarface ready to receive further instructions. Scarface stared at each man, his men, earnest men, fixed to serve. Scarface pursed his lips together. “All right, you know what’s next. Take your places. Logan, get the tools and get to work on the lacerations. I want to see the bodies in the basement in another hour.”

I just stared at her,please look at me. " Baby our order is here"I heard Lula say.I saw the girl stiffen at that,she hurriedly left. I didn't even talk to Lula,why was she unhappy,it was obvious she is angry with me,but for what????. Natty's POV I just walked away hurriedly. I was so stupid to start having feelings for someone I didn't even know. When he walked in I was happy cos I have missed him but seeing him with a woman made me angry,who the hell is she,what gave her the right to touch him!

If what Riley said is true and that London is dead, I will receive a few pics of her discarded body at least. The mere thought of my woman being dead, of her body being buried in an unmarked grave makes my body tremble. Fear makes me shake as I slide into my car. Reaper doesn't utter a word and the car ride back home is silent until we pull into the gates. “I will park the car and check on the kids,” Reaper says nodding towards the headquarters. Shaking my head, I stop him. “No. You go to bed. I will do a run after I take a bath. I will see you in the morning, Reaper,” I say exhausted and weak.

“Ain’t no way I’m going back out there after losing my shot at saving Nadia. If they don’t kill us, Nadia definitely will. I love my life, girl!” “Silence!” My voice boomed, ripping through the back-and-forth like a crack of thunder. The chamber trembled with the force of it, the air heavy in its wake. I turned to Fara, speaking slower this time, each word deliberate. “Fara. We don’t have time. You know as well as I do, aside from the people in this chamber, no one else knows the Reaper is here. And it’s only a matter of time before that truth slips free. You know damn well what happens if it gets out.”

She pushes past me and steps out onto the balcony. I follow her out into the cold, red-tinted night. We lean over the railing, peering into the shadows below. "It's a natural phenomenon," Liviel explains, her voice still a little tight. "But the Blood Moon triggers extreme agitation and aggression in all Dark Faction creatures. That includes Reapers, you know. Haven't you felt it?" Agitation. Well, that explains a lot. No wonder I felt like a hyperactive sociopath today. CRASH! Another violent sound of shattering wood and glass shakes the floorboards beneath our feet, yanking me out of my thoughts.

Reaper I didn't wait for Justin’s response. I didn't look back at the terrified, tear-streaked face of Mila. If I looked at her for even a second longer, the absolute fear of losing her would chain me to the floor. Right now, she didn't need a broken, apologetic man. She needed a monster. She needed the Reaper. I stepped out of the office and pulled the door shut behind me until the latch clicked. The instant the door separated us, I forcefully buried every single shred of my humanity. My breathing slowed. My vision tunneled.