Ghostly Reaper Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

Just endless darkness. The Alpha Hunter let out a deep warning growl. The creature stopped walking. Its head tilted slightly. Like it was studying Ethan. Lucian sighed softly. “Well.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “That’s unfortunate.” Ethan stared at the thing approaching them. “What… is that?” Lucian answered calmly. “That is called a Reaper.” Raven’s voice became sharp immediately. “There shouldn’t be one here.” Lucian nodded. “Agreed.” Ethan frowned. “And what exactly does a Reaper do?”

There was fresh blood on the floor, but the animal didn't react. I took a shaky step forward, my heart hammering against my ribs. The wolf didn't turn. I walked closer, standing five feet away and holding my bleeding hand out. Nothing. I walked until I was standing right next to the bars, inches from the cold metal. The wolf threw itself at the cage again, trying to get to Declan. Its claws sparked against the iron. It ignored me completely. I was invisible. "You really are a Ghost," Declan said softly. He walked up beside me. He raised the knife again and sliced his own palm.

ELARA’S P.O.V. A cold chill slid down my spine like the metal tip of a blade as the messenger lifted a hand dismissively, and the creature behind him lowered its head as if obeying a master. He controlled shadows…. He was a reaper. My lips parted in shock as terror consumed me. I had never crossed a real reaper until Lucien, and now I had met two. If they were real and there was a force of them, then I had to wonder what else was out there.

His actions will speak for him. We pull up in front of a normal-looking house. It is two stories and is the larger size but it looks nothing like what people would assume the leader would have. There is a garage with a nice yard and a wraparound porch. My mate thanks to the driver and then comes around and opens my door holding out his hand. I take it and get out and see that my bags are setting on the porch. Someone must have brought them here while we were at the reaping. We make our way up the steps and my mate unlocks the door and takes my bags in with him.

He yelled out a spell, while cursing the woman who was right behind him, Jenny. "You traitor! You brought me here to be killed..? You'll forever regret this you bitch! What an ass hole you are, traitor! I'll deal mercilessly with you, I promise you swine!" There was a look of a scared beast on his face. The shadow moved closer, and when the final moment struck, the shadow's mouth opened up in fury. Malison turned again to Jenny as he met her gaze. The shadow became a hungry monster, showing its fist, ready for action. Malison's vampire charged up, and released the first strike, but the shadow dogged and blocked the swing. The impact of the fist was heavy. He gripped his sword and came at Mal

Laura Don’t insult the dead. Tell that to the douchebags who assaulted my dead, psychotic ex-husband, because as far as I was concerned, the Kai I knew would be busy plotting death prints in hell. This wasn't their regular ghost. This one was proud, unrelenting, and a mathematical reaper, and he’d haunt them for life. Unbridled rage and terror gripped me as the elevator’s door closed behind us with a loud ding. My sanity teeters on the edge, the words replaying in my head nonstop. ‘Burned. Squashed. With your fingerprints on it.”

[Gia's POV] Death then proceeded with setting up a small ritual around the altar and began chanting words that were foreign and unintelligible to me. As he chanted his voice began to grow louder and take on an ethereal quality. His body seemed illuminated by an unseen light source and his eyes were momentarily drawn into two bright golden orbs before shifting back again into the deep red that they were prior. The two reapers had begun chanting in unison with him without pause while standing motionless at either side of the altar—staring straight ahead with vacant expressions on their faces.

Cold and sharp. "Because the Reapers are cleaning up everything. Including ghosts like me." Static hissed behind her. A black shape moved in the shadows. Faceless armor. Silent death. One of the Reapers had found us. The glitching girl—Null, as she'd later call herself—turned slightly. Not afraid. Annoyed. "They can't see me clearly," she muttered. "But they can smell broken code." "You need help?" I asked. She looked back at me. "No. You need mine."

“I give up, as I am tired.” He pleaded with his shivering hand as he still tries to reach for it and towards the reaper he believes and in presence to take his soul into hell. To the silence and dim-like shadows of the selected parts of the room where the full moon is shining and giving its light as it is reflected through the glass walls. Footsteps echoes as the silhouette of the reaper he claims finally introduces. To the light of the moon and the claim reaper, he calls pave its very image in front of him. His blurry vision from his left-right eye, picture out the distinctive black color of eyes that pins the death reaper in every aspect. His whisper towards him echoes.