Green Reaper Novels & Stories

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

- Damon Gilbert Brown, Owner of D&D’s, House address - 13 Brown Estate, Office address - 675 Bayview lane- The message read, I just stared at the information I had in my hands, my lips stretched into a small smile, I phone beeped again and it was another message from him, -Loose my number, our business is done- I swiped away from his message and clicked on my contact, I dailed the number I wanted to call and slowly raised my phone to my ear, “Collin, I need your help,” 5:00pm … Collin parked few meters away from D&D’s, he was seated in the driver’s seat and I was seated just beside him, “Who are we waiting for?!” He asked in a whisper slowly turning to look at me, I gently took my eyes off t

The violet Scythe in my hand elongated, the blade curving into a jagged crescent that hummed with a sound like a choir of the dead. ​"I can see them," I said, my voice overlapping with a thousand others. "I can see the strings, Julian." ​The first wave of Reapers dived. ​Julian’s shield flickered as their blue pulses hit the silver light. He groaned, the effort of holding the dome making the silver veins on his neck bulge. "I can’t... I can’t hold the frequency!" ​"Then don't," I commanded. ​I stepped through the silver shield.

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.

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.

Our youngest, little Dante — named after the inferno we had walked through — toddled between us, oblivious to the stakes but sensing the tension. This was the night the compulsion was supposed to activate. The night The Eclipse had promised our children would turn on us and walk willingly into their shadow empire. We had come to end it where it began. Damien stood at my side, the Reaper in full armor — black tactical gear, guns holstered, knives ready. His hand never left the small of my back, possessive even now. “If they come, we finish this,” he said, voice low and lethal. “No mercy.”

I swallowed the huge lump that formed in my throat at the view of such muscularity. Truth be told, my instructor is not only smart and skilled, he is also strong, hot as hell and not to mention those divinely carved features. Hot genius, that is what Narek is. I tiptoed towards his position and tried to startle him from behind but as usual, he detected my presence before I could get any closer. "Nyx Uren, I didn't expect you to come earlier than usual" He opened his eyes, it shone brightly red. I blinked repeatedly in shock and stared back at his eyes but it was mysteriously back to it's normal colour, brown.

he winks at me as we walk up to the next room. "The green door is for aftercare products. I'll be around after each time we exit the Arena, but you are welcome to come in here anytime and grab anything you need. I'll order a bunch of products every month, so they don't run out. And before you ask me- yeah, I needed those for vampire women as well, because just because we are immortal, it doesn't mean we can't hurt each other. But for now, I'll focus on anything that will be a better fit for you." Kieran pulls me into his arms, but we don't move forward. We stand in silence until curiosity gets the best of me.

Didn't he, like her, feel their bond vibrate when they were close to each other? He took her hands to reassure her and raised his head to the sky: "Goddess of the Moon, give me strength." Finally, he looked again into the eyes of his soul mate: " Manu, descendant of the clan of the Ancient Augustine. I officially introduce myself, Alpha Harry of the Red Moon, who has come to protect the human under the protection of the Council. Emmanuelle opened her eyes and looked at him in horror: "The red wolf..." she whispered in terror. She was finally aware of her beloved's flaming hair, his stature, and especially the acronym of the Council embroidered on his shirt. "The Vampire Reaper."

With a flick of his wrist, his sword sliced through the air, carving a deep gash in the earth. As he was about to act, he caught the whiff of something familiar and yelled, "If you're here, show yourself!" The jungle foliage rustled as over a dozen figures leaped out, each dropping to one knee. "Duke of War Green Dragon's Team, at your service. I, Death Reaper and the squad, greet you, sir." Alexander scanned the group and inquired, "Where is Green Dragon?" "We've been out of touch since yesterday," Death Reaper reported, aware that his superior was in a tight spot.