Geno X Reaper Novels & Stories

The roar of the crowd was deafening as Harlan raised Riven’s arm higher, but the celebration was short-lived. A deep voice boomed from the shadows near the back of the warehouse. “I’m not done yet, Reaper.” A massive figure pushed through the throng. Jaxor Veyl another underground legend with a shaved head, jagged facial scars, and a body built like a wrecking ball. He was known for dirty fights and even dirtier tastes. Harlan’s gold tooth flashed in a wicked grin as he winked at the newcomer. “We got ourselves a bonus round, boys! Reaper versus Veyl. Winner still takes the prize.”

Jess warned him as she rubbed her wrists "That's if they can find us." Reaper grinned. "You know my dad. He'll find me." Jess replied. "Get cleaned up. After we eat, we are leaving." Reaper told her. ~~~WARNING RAPE SCENE AHEAD~~~ (I Don't condone rape, it's just a part of the story, but don't worry things are not as they always appear) Reaper laughed and Jess hauled off and punched him. He grabbed her hands before she could hit him again.

The atmosphere is charged with tension as we discuss the intricacies of our plan, careful to keep our voices low. Viper leans in, intensity etched on his face. "Salena, we need your complete cooperation. Any misstep can expose us. We require detailed information about your mate's routines, vulnerabilities, and potential witnesses." I gulp, feeling the weight of the situation pressing upon me. "I... I can provide you with the necessary details. But please, ensure no harm comes to anyone else. Just my mate," I stammer, my guilt and fear intertwining. Reaper's cold gaze pierces through me as he delivers a chilling response. "Our duty is to follow orders. We won't deviate from the plan unless ab

I sprinted for the Interceptor, vaulting onto the pillion seat behind him. "Jax! Sienna! Reaper!" Dax barked into the comms. "I need its arms busy! Break its kneecaps, blind it, I don't care! Just give me a clear run at that ramp!" "You got it, Prez!" Reaper yelled from the second story. Reaper didn't aim for the armor. He aimed for the crimson visor. He fired three rapid shots, shattering the optical sensors on the left side of the Avatar's face.

the Reaper mocked internally. There were 100 minor realms and 5 major realms. The Reaper was not foolish enough to place all his eggs in one basket. Apart from the Golden Sky, there were about twenty other talents he had picked up and given the mission of conquering the universes. There were quite a number who were much better than the Golden Sky, and one of them had even conquered a major universe! The Golden Sky wasn’t special. He was merely one of the many tools at the Reaper’s disposal.

He grabbed a second submachine gun from the wall rack and checked the chamber with a metallic clack that sounded like a death knell. ​"They’re in the lower tunnels," he growled, his eyes fixed on the security monitors. The screens showed thermal signatures—ghostly white figures emerging from the black water of the grotto. They were moving with military precision, draped in sleek rebreather gear and carrying compact, high-caliber weapons. "The Reapers. The Council’s personal cleanup crew. They don't take prisoners, Leona. They erase mistakes." ​"And we're the biggest mistake they ever made," I said, my voice surprisingly steady as I tightened the grip on the sidearm he’d given me. The adrenal

Chapter 41: The Third Eye ​The sky didn't just darken; it screamed. ​The sound of a thousand metallic wings vibrated through the humid air of Life Zero. The Reapers—sleek, black drones shaped like mechanical wasps—descended in a suffocating cloud. Their red optical sensors flickered like a swarm of angry stars, locking onto the silver heat radiating from Julian’s skin. ​"Stay behind me!" Julian roared. ​He slammed his fists together, and a massive dome of silver light erupted, a shield so bright it carved the shadows out of the jungle. But the Reapers didn't crash into it. They hovered, their mechanical stingers extending, pulsing with a disruptive blue frequency.

I could see the gears turning in his mind, as if he was calculating the next move, trying to figure out how he fit into this puzzle of revenge I was laying out. He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So, since you’ve made up your mind about this revenge thing,” he said, his voice calm, but I could sense the weight behind his words. “Do you have a plan to accomplish it, or are we flying blind here?” I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I have a plan… sort of,” I admitted, biting my lip. “Before I was reborn, the Moon Goddess told me a few things. She gave me some guidance, a path to follow.”

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.

—a weapon forged from the concentrated light of the Great-Attractor. ​The Reapers lunged. Kaelen moved like a blur, his bronze-lines flaring with a golden heat that melted the brass gears under his feet. Every strike of his blade didn't just cut metal; it released a burst of "Stolen-Time." A Reaper would shatter, and suddenly, the sound of a song or the smell of a forgotten summer would fill the air.