Geno X Reaper Novels & Stories

Maybe I should go and help him? Adrian’s eyes glint with determination as he circles around the beast, trying to find an opening. I watch in awe as he charges towards the hydra’s main head, his jaws open wide and ready to strike. But this time, the hydra knows what he is doing. It wraps its massive body around Adrian’s, squeezing him so tightly that I can hear the bones in his body snapping. I feel a lump form in my throat as I watch my friend struggle against the monster’s grip. But just when I think it’s all over, Adrian grits his teeth and unleashes a burst of lightning that sears through the hydra’s body. The creature screams in agony as it disintegrates into a cloud of ash.

• • • “She’s in a very critical condition, she has lost a lot of blood, we need to operate on her as soon as possible and we need blood” “Her body has rejected all the blood we have, we need her mother,” My eyes slowly fluttered open. Daphne, Collin , Rose and Damon stood few meters away from my bed with the doctor, “Her mother?!” Rose muttered, “Geraldine will never agree to come here and give her blood,” Collin said. “Well thank God Geraldine is not her mother,” Damon said, Rose turned sharply to face him immediately. “You knew?! But how do we find her real mother?!” Rose asked, the others looked genuinely confused even I was confused, what did they mean by Geraldine is not my mother.

“You stay in the command center.” “Like hell I will.” I strapped on my vest, checking the magazine in my Glock. “This is my fight too. My name they’re cursing.” He pulled me against him, the kiss fierce and desperate, teeth nipping my lower lip. “If you get hurt again…” “Then you’ll kill them all. Same as I will for you.” I shoved a spare magazine into his chest. “Together, Reaper.” The mansion became a battlefield. Explosions rocked the foundations as enemy forces—Genovese muscle mixed with desperate Moretti loyalists—poured in through the tunnels Aurora had once warned us about.

The man had finally managed to produce a child and he wanted me to stand in a hall and applaud. "Small man," I said. "Large occasion." Gary said nothing. That was the correct response. My throne had been built on the bodies of my father and my brothers, taken in the year I turned twenty-four, held through five years of war that hadn't fully ended. I had killed more men than I could name. The packs called me The Reaper and stayed out of my borders and prayed their treaties held. The elders said Moon Godness herself had cursed me, no fated mate, no heir, no future beyond the violence I was good at.

Eilish breathed, lowering her blue-illuminated hands onto the warrior’s chest. “Treat, treat like that,” Ichthor nodded and stepped aside. How long Eilish stood, pouring Dar into the guardian, she did not know. Yes, only the Force was wasted. The healer held her soul, but it was not in her power to heal the terrible wounds. And suddenly the bloodless, numb warrior, as in early childhood, called his mother... Quietly, barely audible, with only lips: "Ma-ma ..." Lesana sobbed bitterly as she witnessed death for the first time.

"Revival sequence complete. Unit Gamma-Seven, online. Primary directive: Await orders." The Reaper—Gamma-Seven—slowly, stiffly, pushed himself up into a sitting position within the pod. He looked down at his own hands as if he’d never seen them before. He flexed his fingers. Then, his head turned, and his pale eyes landed on Sela and Leo. There was no recognition. No anger. No threat. Just a vast, empty confusion.

But as they watched the new world wake up, they knew that for the first time in history, the wolves and the world were finally singing the same song. The high-frequency vibration of the Genesis-Vein slowly settled into a rhythmic hum, a deep, resonant thrum that felt like the mountain itself was breathing in relief. The Goliath-Class Reapers remained motionless, their massive iron legs locked in the salt crust, now nothing more than hollow shells of a discarded era.

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

Gwen replied and Cruella bounced her head. “About what you said yesterday, I thought about it..” She started and Gwen looked at her with keen interest, waiting for her to conclude. “How do I do it?” “Do what?” Gwen asked with furrowed brows. “I want to get revenge for my parents. If it were because of Greenville I won't be bothered but like you said, my parents death can't be in vain. So how do I get revenge?” She asked and Gwen smiled. “By becoming the Tribrid.” She answered

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"