Goth Reaper Novels & Stories

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.

My lips stretched into a smile and I looked up at Damon, “Send my hate to the rest of you guys,” “I hope you have a life filled with chaos, strife and bitterness,” I spat barely audible, his facial expression didn’t change as he watched me slump to the ground and finally loose life. “Ahhh,” I exhaled deeply. Welcome hell. Deputy Devil here! • • Helen (Damon’s Adoptive Mom,) Harper lay still on her bed, the whole room was silent save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor beside her. She had been unconscious for five days now, Doctor said she was responding to treatment but might take a while to come back awake.

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

" There was a rare hint of passive-aggressiveness in his voice. Florence ignored him and held her phone out to me. "Look at this! Gets you excited, doesn't it?" she asked enthusiastically. Hayden followed my gaze, and his expression darkened instantly. There was a five-foot-nine-inch-tall man with particularly dazzling eight-pack abs displayed on the screen. "Whoa!" someone exclaimed enviously. "Do you have connections to any more of those quality men?" "Yes, in your dreams," said Florence sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "This is a junior staff member who just came to work with my department. Anna gets dibs."

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,

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.

I want to go there and learn to how to fight. I don’t know where Gladys is, I think I might have lost her but since I met her out of the danger range, she should be fine… I saw Ox carts passing through the borders as I was mindlessly walking and ran towards it. It seems the villagers are leaving the village. I managed to board one of the carts so that I might go to my destination aka The Death Hub… This time, I’m coming back to the city as Deirdre… I don’t need anyone to correct my name. I no longer have the identity crisis of who is Dove and Deirdre … I’m now Deirdre.

No one is ever going to rescue us, and their constant begging only eggs on the Pearl Reapers. The lashes fall harder, the shrieks grow louder, and pearls fall like rain into the water around us. “That’s it, harder!” The head Reaper praises his men. “Give them more!” We give nicknames to all the Reapers. We know little about them, other than that they belong to the Bloodstone pack. We’ve never seen them in their wolf forms, so we name them based on their human appearances. We call the head reaper Cyclops – christened thus for the jagged scar running through his left eye socket; his sight solely dependent on his right eye. Unfortunately his aim is no less precise for the disability.

He eyes us both before explaining. "You're right. Whether you chose to disclose the update about Mazari Electronics or not, it wouldn't matter." "Why not?" "The triad has become aware of a new threat. He calls himself the Reaper. He took out the Black Dragons in Los Angeles and seems to be going after the 14K."

The young reaper did as he asked. As I held her at gunpoint, Griff approached the old woman’s dead body and placed a hand on her shoulder. By now, Fenrir had perfected the way we could extract souls. Since Griff and I carried his mark, we only needed to touch the dead body of a wolf, and their spirit would enter one of our crystals. “Did you send him to Hell?” the reaper asked, her voice trembling. I shook my head. “He’ll be somewhere in the middle of the Gobi desert. You guys can use your scythes to fly, right?”