Ghostly Reaper Novels & Stories

I asked impatiently. "What? No, I haven't been in that filthy place and so can't say anything about it. But those that have been there said it wasn't a nice experience and so I am not willing to try to enter" Cindy shrugged and focused back on Clyde and Otis who were getting ready to claw each other's eyes out. "That place is no pleasure pack princess. I've been there, once, there are Ghosts in there, ghosts that haunt you with your past. They use your greatest fear against you and also, in that dungeon, your powers are meaningless. Those ghosts make sure to drain you in all ramifications so that you wouldn't be strong to even lift a finger" Elrond explained and my eyes widened.

What I did sense however was the presence of a hell reaper, and the only time they were present as if someone had committed a grave sin, deserving of the punishment of being taken to hell, or if they had been paid off to claim someone, the implications of that settled inside me with a frightening certainty, I flew down from the rooftop tracking the reapers scent of sulfur and brimstone, and finally caught up to it, I silently tailed the shadowy cloaked creature using my powers to hide my presence, the reaper headed into the seedier part of town, It entered a bar, A place that reeked of alcohol, human filth, and the kind of people, who dwelled on the dregs of human society,

my voice is a dry whisper in my throat, and it vanishes instantly in the darkness. A thick chuckle burst out of the slot hole, “Look who it is we have here… Dale Lazarus, The Reaper, harbinger of doom, our top 1 fighter. To what do we owe this unplanned visit?” I stare deep into the hole the voice is coming from, “Dora Jael. I want you to terminate any contract you have with her.” The air in the room is suddenly split by a sound that makes the hairs on my arms stand up. It started low, a guttural, rattling noise, a dry wheezing chuckle, then the devilish laughter dies, and he continues, “You sound…”

Not minding how many souls they had reaped nor how many times they had been thrown back in this fight, both reapers did not give up and enjoyed the feast. A smile in K Whatever’s face grew and grew as her excitement and adrenaline rushed inside her— especially when a gigantic black aura suddenly appeared from behind the little evil spirits fighting for their souls. "And here I thought I should only scare the kids away from here? Why there are reckless reapers here?" Both the reapers and the evil spirits were stunned.

Deagon told me congratulations and handed me my satin box. "You will only have one collection your first week, two the second week and so on. I'm certain you'll be exceptional dear," he winked and put the box on my desk along with a silver pocket watch and micro thin clear gloves. I lifted my gloves and marveled at the material. Once all the boxes were distributed Deagon told the class loudly,"Always remember that young human children, pets and those that have ever had a brush with death or are dying can see you without your gloves. Congratulations, you all are free to begin your reaping." Jenna jumped up grabbing my hands and danced around. I pulled away from her and felt like my reaper box

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

Then the door to the warehouse swung open. Decker Kane, the Reaper King, stood at the entrance with his skull mask on and his hand through a person's scalp with his fingers pushing out of their eye sockets. A wet, sucking sound echoed as Decker ripped his hand free, the body crumpling down to the floor. He stepped over it, wiping his gloved fingers on his thigh, leaving dark smears.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

The sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.

I steadied my voice and swallowed the lump in my throat when he stepped toward me. “I'm the Reaper.” He whispered. “What is a Reaper?” Pointing the dagger to me, he flung and caught it, then he said, “a Reaper needs mystical energy to survive. The power that you possess.” This was the moment that I had to fight for my life, for my pup's life. I didn't know who this man was, what he wanted from me, but I wouldn't let him have it. Whatever he said about a mystical energy, he's got the wrong girl because I'm a werewolf. I'm the wolf-less Luna of Night Shade Pack. The late bloomer.