Geno X Reaper Novels & Stories

Xander tilted his head, there was a certain deranged glint in Xander’s eyes that made him shiver. Xander’s hand lifted and slammed against the leather covered arm, “Answer me!” He roared in Genino’s face. “I would kill him.” Joseph answered begrudgingly and kept his gaze firmly on he lap. Xander laughed harshly and pushed off the chair and moved to pour himself a bourbon, “See that would have been my first reaction too. God knows there isn’t much precedent set beyond the first offence.” Xander shrugged and popped two cubes of ice into his glass and turned to face Genino, “I guess it’s time to set one.”

No names on this job, only call signs. We have Reaper, Ghost, Shade, Viper and me, Blade. They were the best the clan ever trained, monsters I’d bled beside before I ever wore a professor’s jacket. Each one carried the feather scar somewhere on their body, each one owed Old Might their soul. But tonight they answered to me. Reaper, he's tall, shaved head, and his voice sounded like gravel. He was the first to speak. “Package count?”

Her hand trembled and her breath became shaky, she didn’t know or understand what she was looking at “Experiment 14_ Cole Meyers_ Chimera testing “X” Experiment 06_ Janette McCurdy_ Werejaguar “X” Experiment 03_ Maddie Cult_ Chimera “X” Were they all dead, what do all these mean? Chimera , Kanima? She flipped from page to page and it goes on like that, the teenagers names and another strange name in front of it. some had x and some didn’t? “Experiment 25_ Roman st. Laurent_ Alpha werewolf “X0” Xo? Now she was just getting even more confused, why did her dad have all these? What is he getting his hands into that involved teenagers her age

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

He watchted them with a smile while his fingers typed the words to his men. 'End them too....' THE END 'REBORN FOR REVENGE ' - SIGNING OFF OFFICIALLY. AUTHOR: Thanks for supporting the story and making it to the end. Love you all and wish you all well on your future. I hope you all will support my other books as well. Bye! See you all soon in another stories!

Sayori’s lips curled into a sinister smile without missing a beat, she said: “I am not your daughter.” As she struck the general’s chest using her spear. The general looked at her as he choked on his own blood. He stopped moving, his motionless body was cast aside as Sayori pulled out the spear from his chest. She dropped the spear on the ground and she turned to me.

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

A fragment of the game's source code, barely readable, written in symbols that hurt to perceive directly. FUNCTION grief_weaver_class_b EXTENDS anomaly_base { INTENT_TYPE: suffering, loss, attachment_trauma SPAWN_CONDITION: civilian_death + emotional_resonance > threshold PURPOSE: harvest_intent + test_player_compassion ADMIN_LEVEL: restricted } I understood it the way you understand a foreign language you've never studied…imperfectly, incompletely, but enough to grasp the essential meaning. The Grief Weaver existed to harvest suffering and test whether players would show compassion even when it cost them tactically.

Reo said, “It can’t be helped you looking like that, Haru. Mom said you have the gene from our ancestor back in Japan.” I raised my eyes to Reo, wondering what that heartthrob was spouting about now. Isaac asked, “What type of gene is that?” “The Shrine Maiden gene,” Reo replied. Isaac raised his brows. “Shrine Maiden gene? Is that even a thing?” Reo shrugged his broad shoulders. “I think it just means a certain type of appearance. The ancestor from our mom’s side of the family used to have one every generation. It’s always a female though, and she said that person is apparently supposed to be very beautiful.”