Ghostly Reaper Novels & Stories

“There has to be a way.” I spun to the red-haired man. My hand shot out grabbing his wrist. And I froze. I could touch him. His skin was solid beneath my fingers, warm even. I stumbled back, eyes wide. “Who… who are you? Are you here to take me?” “Take you? That’s flattering. He laughed. A low, mocking sound that sent shivers down my spine. Some call me many names. Reaper. Collector. Soul Keeper.” His smirk deepened as he leaned close “But you, little ghost, can call me… Red.”

Grip warned. He was on his reaper mode wearing his black cloak embroidered with gold. He was holding his scythe and his aura reeked of death. I’ve never met a reaper as powerful as him. The reapers I come across with usually had no aura making them conceal their identities as reapers. “I was right! Meeting you in the hallway that day confirmed my thought. You’re no human.” Victoria went out of the camera head first. She reached the floor crawling in my direction. Her blood trailed broken lines on the tiled floor.

“Mini-reunion” Alaister POV, "ALAISTER" I saw a guy who's smiling at me I can't figure out who is he. But his smile is very familiar. "Who are you?" when I tried to touch his face my hand suddenly penetrate. I startled. He's a ghost?? "Alaister...I love you so much Alaister" his voice was cold as ice but at the same time, I find it sweet and scary too. "Wait who are you? And why do I feel the same??" I asked him while still trying to feel his warmth oh fuck he's a ghost Alaister!

she shouted and my apartment began to rotate. Before I could say anything, she turned a vampiress and charged towards me, the next thing I felt was a sharp pain on my neck, I felt like my spirit is leaving me, I began to lost my strength little by little before I finally blacked out. . . . 🪐VAMPIRES WORLD 🪐. 👻Princess Maijat👻.

He dangled ninety stories above the street. "Hold on!" I screamed. The Reaper recovered. He pulled a knife. He lunged at me. I rolled onto my back. I caught his wrist. He was strong. Genetically enhanced. He pushed the knife toward my throat. I looked into his masked face. I saw zero emotion. "Die," he whispered. Suddenly a black shadow fell over us. Kael had fought through the paralysis. He lunged. His jaws clamped around the Reaper’s head. There was a sickening crunch.

Not what she expected from a gang compound. They walked down a hall. Through a door into a massive office with large desk and windows. A man was seated by the desk on his fifties maybe. Gray at his temples. Same sharp eyes as Ghost. Same way of looking at people like they were nothing.. "Sit." The Vipers shoved them into chairs. Remove the zips, Maya felt relieved around her wrist and rubbed it. They were red marks where the plastic cut in. "I'm Reaper," the man said. "Ghost was my brother."

Carriers. My eyes moved unwillingly across the list. Carly Blackwater. Darren Moore. Samuel Louis. Lucas Vance. Ethan Blackwater. Everything inside me stopped. My wolf froze with me. A cold pressure filled my lungs, thick and tight. The idea of death had shadowed me before, but this was different. This was death waiting inside me with patience, a silent thing breathing with my breath. “I am on the list,” I said. The words were too small for what they meant.

They feed on human souls and flesh. Serra never saw one but they said the monster has scarlet glowing eyes, long and sharp razor-like talons, long black slithered body with black smoke coming out. The Reapers cannot be killed or even wounded by any weapons forged on earth. They are dimensional creatures and only those who draw power from other dimension can kill them, the Inkurs. The image of the monster gives shiver to her skins. She will never wish to meet one.

Reaper yelled, fumbling for the darts. Too late. Rabbit launched himself at Reaper, teeth sinking into the meat of his forearm. Reaper bellowed, tried to shake him off, but two more were already up, moving wrong, too fast, too strong. Ghost fired a dart into one’s neck; the man didn’t even flinch, just turned and charged. I saw the shiv in his hand, a jagged piece of bedframe, and I reacted on instinct. My rifle coughed twice, it's was a center mass.

“Because if Rhett had seen you put a hand on her, you’d already be in the ground. So get up. Get out. And don’t ever come back.” The boy scrambled to his feet, blood dripping, eyes wild. He stumbled toward the door, clutching at his ribs. No one moved to stop him. No one spoke. Because when the Reaper claimed someone, it was final. ________________ Emily stood pressed against the wall, shaking, her wide eyes fixed on the torn cut at her feet. Ghost turned, his pale stare softening as it met hers. “You’re safe here,” he said quietly, gravel deep but steady. “Don’t ever doubt it.”