Green Reaper Novels & Stories

He grew taller and taller, feet sinking into the sand until they became roots rushing toward the World Tree. Marcus—the Scarecrow—roared. A wave of green energy shot from the shore and slammed into the golden blade above. The blade froze in the sky, buzzing and trembling with a sound that shattered village windows. "He’s holding it back!" the Auditor whispered, shielding his eyes. But the Reaper wasn’t just that blade. From its shadow, thousands of golden insects poured down, each the size of a car. Their legs looked razor-sharp, made for cutting, and they swarmed toward the village, wings grinding like machinery.

the Reaper mocked internally. There were 100 minor realms and 5 major realms. The Reaper was not foolish enough to place all his eggs in one basket. Apart from the Golden Sky, there were about twenty other talents he had picked up and given the mission of conquering the universes. There were quite a number who were much better than the Golden Sky, and one of them had even conquered a major universe! The Golden Sky wasn’t special. He was merely one of the many tools at the Reaper’s disposal.

Disgust and revulsion for herself filled her. Who was she? Tamara turned off the shower and stepped out into the bathroom, staring at the limp reflection in the mirror. The woman stood with her blond curls limp all over her face. Her eyes were red and sunken. She was foreign, the only trace of Elena in her green eyes. Marco had been right about one thing. The revenge plan was eating her soul from the inside out. The mere thought of her best friend had Tamara in another round of sobs. Without thinking of the consequences, she grabbed the bathroom robe and tied it at the waist.

*** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots. "Fix your guns!" Mrs Smith ordered and they all picked their guns and started arranging it. When they were done, they got it ready to shoot at all the fruits tied high up in front of them. "If you miss the fruit in front of you, no more mission for you!" Mrs Smith said. "Now shoot!" She commanded. They all raised their guns, aimed at the fruits and shot at the fruits at the same time. Skyler's bullet hit the wall and didn't touch his fruit.

The second and third came at me together, ripping into my flanks as I fought with everything I had. My wolf was covered in blood during the battle, both mine and theirs. For every wound they inflicted, I gave back twofold, but they had numbers on their side. Eventually, I collapsed, my strength gone, fighting until death claimed me. I thought this was the end, my vision dimming, the pain fading. But it turned out to be a rebirth. After the rogue wolves left my broken body, considering their work done, something miraculous happened. My wolf's corpse began to emit a silver light, pulsing with ancient power. All my wounds started to heal, bones knitting back together, torn flesh mending.

There was a celebration, she placed a beautiful garment next to the so"called Dr. Lameda, now her name was Homnius, she understood that they were united and that her name was Arletta. Her names were inscribed in her hands and the divine superior neural Love in their souls. Her father hugged her, the others did too. Later They left you alone ... They spoke in that strange language and they understood each other. Mentally they also guessed each other's wishes ... They loved each other like never before and fell asleep hugging each other. He did not control the time well because there was only the day, they did not know the night ... When she woke up she was alone and she felt very weak. She ha

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.

The fabric clung to her like a second skin, her nipples faintly visible in the cool air. The crowd’s energy surged as the next fighter entered the ring. Riven Kane. They called him the Reaper—six-foot-five of corded muscle, scarred knuckles, and cold, emerald-green eyes that had ended more careers than most men had hot meals. His bare chest gleamed under the lights, intricate tattoos of ravens and thorns snaking over his shoulders and down his arms. He moved like a predator, calm and lethal, ignoring the cheers as if they were background noise.

we kept on repeating this words until the germ starter vibrating as it slowly levitate . our chanting pitch grew high and the germ exploded sending out an unusual mass energy which knocked everyone away .I groan and manage to get back on my feet ,I took a glance at the circle and behold they stood a figure dressed on black cloak .his face was covered with a hoodies and on his chest was the green eye,his sharp grim reaper scythe was beside him .wait he's a freaking grim reaper now this is sweet . " why did you set me free " was the first word he said and damn his voice sounded rough and old ...

Not what she expected from a gang compound. They walked down a hall. Through a door into a massive office with large desk and windows. A man was seated by the desk on his fifties maybe. Gray at his temples. Same sharp eyes as Ghost. Same way of looking at people like they were nothing.. "Sit." The Vipers shoved them into chairs. Remove the zips, Maya felt relieved around her wrist and rubbed it. They were red marks where the plastic cut in. "I'm Reaper," the man said. "Ghost was my brother."