Geno X Reaper Novels & Stories

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

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.

But there are also some of them who are happy and excited because they want to overthrow the most treacherous organization in all of Asia. All was well so I confronted them. "For blood and glory!" They smiled and immediately responded to what I said. "We are eternal!" "Forever as one!" "The end is here!" "None shall remember them!" "We are the reapers!" "Let's taste their flesh!" "Fill them with regret!" "We're not afraid!" "DEATH AND GLORY!" Third Person Point Of View

“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.

Elara’s POV “It might be a bright idea for you to step out of the shadows,” I said calmly. A few seconds passed before a man materialized inside the room. His face was covered with a mask. He lifted his arm and showed me a tattoo etched into the back of his palm. “Reaper. I have come to take your life,” he growled. The Reapers. One of the greatest assassin guilds in the country. “Do you have any idea where you are? This is Caelthorn territory.”

"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.