Goth Reaper Novels & Stories

Their veins were brittle, and their internal organs were being consumed by a cold, lightless rot that mirrored the very scythes they carried. The ground suddenly groaned as a massive obsidian platform descended from the indigo cliffs. Standing at the center was a figure who looked like a dark mirror of my husband. He was taller than the other Reapers: his skin a translucent graphite black that pulsed with a sickly grey fire. This was Malakor: the Reaper King. He held a scythe of pure compressed void that hummed with a frequency so low it made my teeth ache.

The cavern began to hum—a low, melodic thrum that vibrated through their bones and into the very marrow of the mountain. ​The forty-eighth hour arrived with a sky full of thunder. But it wasn't a storm; it was the combined roar of twenty heavy-lift Reapers. These were the "Goliath-Class"—massive, six-legged walkers designed for deep-crust excavation. They dropped from the clouds like blackened iron spiders, their landing struts shattering the salt-crust of the Barrens. ​From the lead Reaper, a voice boomed over long-range speakers. It wasn't Dr. Aris this time, but a cold, synthesized voice of the Syndicate High Command.

Then I grabbed the Ducati keys from the hall table so hard they cut into my palm. I headed toward the elevator with murder in my bloodstream and fire in my lungs. Richard had tried to kill her. Aaron had hidden her from me. But both of them had forgotten one critical thing. One fatal thing. I wasn’t a corporate prince. I wasn’t a politician. I wasn’t civilized. I was a Reaper. And Reapers did not let go of what belonged to them.

, my body feels too heavy *zzooommmm* Suddenly someone came out from behind, and it was carrying a Crescent Scythe as I see who it is, It is Grim Reaper! I bombarded him immediately of questions. “GRIM REAPER!!! why is my foot disappearing? it’s just 8 pm!!” “There is a huge chaos in the underworld and spirit world so I also do not know what is happening, all of us, GRIM REAPERS, are in the state of battle mode.”- Grim Reaper. unlike before he is more serious now

Aphrodite wanted to step in there, but I immediately restrained her. "Take a good look." I pointed at the pillars of the bridge, if you don't look carefully you can't see it. Because the pillars supporting the bridge are... "What is a reaper?" Aphrodite's eyes opened wide as the supports turned into skulls with bloodshot eyes. I've often seen these white bone reapers guarding Jack's castle, hell no.... Jack's house looks more modern than a castle, so I'm not surprised by the appearance of these reapers.

“If she casts me out, I will meet you at the edge of the River Styx and kill you in Purgatory over and over until the Ferryman comes to collect us. And if Hades allows, I will continue to kill you in the Underworld until the end of time.” “I underestimated you.” He chokes up blood. “Everyone does.” I whisper and lay my full weight against the pommel, extinguishing any light left in his spirit. Screams and howls erupt in the distance. I look away from the blood flowing out of his body and move toward Reaper. “They know he died?” I lean heavily against him, suddenly exhausted. “They’re retreating?” Reaper huffs with a nod and gently lowers his body so I can climb onto his back.

So, I let her put it on Elena. Little did I know that the dress was never meant to be a token of peace. It was the shroud of Elena's doom. Sabrina's son, Alex Reid, had fallen ill with a strange disease. But she refused to believe the doctors and called them liars who wanted to swindle her money. As Alex's strength ebbed day by day, her desperation curdled into something dark. She resolved to trade his dying breath for Elena's life. In my past life, after Elena slipped into that dress, it wasn't long before her skin began to fester. Blisters swelled at the faintest touch. Her flesh came away in broad strips, raw and bleeding.

Her eyes gleamed. “They’re Verek's direct lapdogs. Killers. They’ve slaughtered more people than most ordinary dare to count… Alphas included.” She leaned back slightly in her seat, completely at ease. “They’re rogues.” A sharp wave of gasps rippled through the crowd. Eyes darted toward George and the twins, disbelief written plainly across their faces. But Verya wasn’t done. “Not just rogues,” she added lightly. The air seemed to tighten. “They are the Four Reapers.”

Its presence was bone-chilling, yet inescapable, like the pull of the grave. “Who…who are you?” Victor’s voice trembled, his eyes wide, his skin prickling with dread as sweat poured down his forehead. The figure’s hollow gaze met his, and a low, chilling voice echoed in the room. “I am the Reaper, Victor. I’ve come to take you where you belong.”

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.