Geno X Reaper Novels & Stories

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

In any case, most of them were born to royalties, as the royalties in her world directly descended from deities. In case of Yhi, the kingdom of light, their ancestor deity was Zorya. However, since the founding of the kingdom, Zorya, the goddess of light only ever appeared once as a Returner to Ancestry. It had been thousands and thousands of years since. That was why her bloodline had regressed. “Do you have a lot of those in your world?” Evie shook her head. “They are even rarer than transcendents. The only returner to ancestry that I know of is Kresnik, the Flame Emperor of Heaven. He is the most frequent returner in history.”

his face was perfection with high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes so beautiful that I had to pause to catch my breath. Scars traced faint lines along his neck, but they only made him hotter for some strange reason. I could sense his power. I believe everyone here could feel it too. Moon Reapers were chosen humans, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself with extraordinary strength to eliminate werewolves who threatened humans or even innocent wolves. However, the Reapers often abused their power. And I had a feeling that the heir would be the worst of them all. He was out of this world. Captivating in a way that made my pulse race and my skin prickle with some unknown emotion.

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.

“Listen carefully, all of you. Tonight is the weekly special breeding event reserved for our highest-ranked studs. Twelve of them have earned this honor through points. You will be paired according to the draw. No complaints. No fighting back. This is how we make strong blood for the warlords. This is your purpose.” I was still trying to catch my breath, when the studs were called in. Twelve of them filed through the far door — all massive, scarred, radiating raw power and hunger. My stomach dropped when Reaper stepped in among them. His dark eyes scanned the gathered women and locked straight onto me almost immediately.

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.

I murmured, my voice cracking just enough to let the ache spill out, "I know you're worried about me. But now that Darren's gone, I don't have anyone by my side. I can't lose you again." He went rigid, then jabbed a finger up at the camera bolted above his head, not even turning to look at me. "You still have that little rascal." The lens whirred, shifting side to side, zeroing in on me with a mechanical hiss - Seth's eyes in steel form, squinting like they did when he was pissed. I sighed, the weight of it all sinking into my ribs. "I just came back from Genus X," I said, forcing the words out. "Met an amazing scientist, Ryan Sawyer. His team resurrected direwolves - agents of memory, ancie