Goth Reaper Novels & Stories

"I've handed everything over, Mr. Alex. Also, a high payment to Mr. Brandon, but unfortunately, that mechanic has been buried for a while." Alef's body grew even more tense. "And one more thing." This time, Sebastian moved. He approached the girl who was under tight security. She looked down, visibly trembling in his hands. Sebastian felt like he wanted to hug her tightly to alleviate the fear she held. "The main heir of Group Azure."

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.”

he stared at me, his expression a mix of desperation. I stepped closer, my finger brushing against the fabric of his jacket. I reached into his pocket and pulled out his office pen, the one he always carried with him. For a moment, I just held it, the weight of it grounding me in my resolve. I let out a sarcastic laugh. Then, with a swift motion, I took the pen and stabbed it into the delicate fabric of my wedding gown. The tearing sound was loud in the silent room, echoing the sound of my revenge on them all.

I scrambled away, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. The water-Reaper took a step onto the bank, its form solidifying as it left the river, becoming a figure of sculpted darkness, its surface shimmering with trapped moonlight and crawling filaments of black-gold code. It didn’t look at me. It looked at Marcus. >Asset: Marcus. Designation: Infected. Protocol: Reaper. Directive: Assume control. Marcus stood his ground, his head cocked. “Directive conflict. Primary target: Thorn.” >Thorn is mine, the water-Reaper intoned, its voice the sound of a rushing river and grinding stone. >You are recalled.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

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?”

Georgina asked earnestly. “Oh my God, mom. He's so tall and handsome, with a perfectly sharp jawline that looks like it could cut through diamond and beautiful sea green eyes. He's a total dream except for his cold attitude.” Serena gushes excitedly, actively ignoring his coldness towards her. “We're meeting again for dinner tonight.” She tells her mom, smiling dreamily. Who's Pierce Kay? The name sounds familiar. The Kay family is a well known family. I want him. Oh right. He's Gia’s cousin. I was wondering why it sounded so familiar.

It was you. His jaw crooked in a rueful grin. The solace was immaculate. Rains came and flooded my soul. For the longest time, I was alone. I journeyed in dreams and shadow, through the valley of the damned, looking for a place you could be born. I walked and walked, until I could walk no more, constantly dreaming of you. When it was time to plant, I did. And now? I am the Reaper. “And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?”

I know that I am trying to bait him, but he isn’t always the brightest bulb in the box. “Well, Baby we do have to keep women under control. It is the only way to achieve the goal.” With these words, I knew that I was stumbling onto something here. “All the hard work would go down the drain if he doesn’t put up a fight and lets you have a choice. The whole point of the reaping is to keep women under the thumb of men. I would never do that to you of course but we can’t let anyone know that. I could lose my place in the Chosen.” He continues his ministrations on my neck and I was trying hard to act like I was enjoying it.

A reaper that will work for Umbra and only Umbra. Rain begins to pour over the top of us as we fight. More wolves come to fight as both my wolves and the wolves with Chaos grow in numbers, but I have something Chaos doesn't have. I have the ancestors. The ancestors pour the rain over us and bring the thunder. They push Chaos and his wolves back into the woods. "Be gone!" The ancestors say. The rain clears, and the wolves collapse to the ground. I look to my right to see Fallon and Libby. "They want me to die. Does anyone want me to be the reaper?" Fallon asks.