Green Reaper Novels & Stories

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.

Xavier mocked, following his chilling smile irritated the reaper. "I am here because of the mess you two have created in the hell. You two don't belong here. And don't play with the humans," Joseph, the reaper growled, looking at Xavier, and with one swish of his fingers, the environment changed to normal. No one did not feel something was wrong or suspicious, and the woman again started straddling Xavier. "Reaper, you are so biased. Next to you, the hell king is sitting and smoking leisurely. But you are putting your finger on me only," Xavier said, and teased the woman, rubbing her perked nipple with his finger.

The bodies of the two attackers did not feel like ordinary flesh but more akin to puppets. "Who are you people?" Chase roared, his voice filled with fury. The black-clad man coughed blood, a grim smile on his lips. "Who are we? Haha... We're reapers. Everything on you... is ours now!" As he spoke, the man slammed a hand over the wound on his chest. A thumb-sized green talisman materialized, emitting a sharp, piercing hum.

It was a sound of immense, focused power. We all rushed to the main cavern. The scanner Elena had set up at the tunnel entrance was going haywire, displaying energy signatures that dwarfed anything we'd ever seen. "He's looking for you," Croft said, his face pale in the screen's glow. On the display, we saw it. A Reaper, but unlike any before. It was larger, its form more solid, woven through with filaments of gold that pulsed with Jeff's unique energy signature. It moved methodically across the wasteland, scanning, probing. It was a extension of his will, a hunter with a single, burning purpose.

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."

Asides from myself and his dead grandmother, no one knows his real name of how he looks. Hes a man of multiple talents from technology to hacking to combat skills since he was a special forces soldier. “I'll be on my way then. Have a lovely night ma'am.” He left. I walked over to Kara and handed her the envelope. "Here's the contract. let me know if you want to change anything or add any conditions." she nodded. I walked to the kitchen and followed the recipe as I watched the video while Kara helped wash and prep the ingredients and soon, I was done cooking. I put some food on two plates and carried it to the dining area.

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 ...

RAPHAEL BATISTA Scarlet Antonio Rivera was standing in the elevator and her eyes were wide open in surprise as she saw me. She was clutching at her hair and sweat dripped down her hairline as if she'd been struggling with something in the enclosed space. I stared at her, totally speechless as I took in the most beautiful pair of green eyes I'd ever seen and when I looked closer, it felt as if I'd always stared into those eyes for as long as I could remember.

As he passed, Dax grabbed the heavy steel luggage rack on the back of Reaper's dying bike, vaulting himself onto the pillion seat. "Gun it!" Dax yelled, pulling his SMG and firing one-handed at the five remaining Stalkers bearing down on them. Reaper twisted the throttle. The cracked engine block groaned, but it gave them just enough torque to stay ahead of the void-whips. "I see the perimeter!" I shouted. Ahead of us, the desolate ash of the wasteland simply... stopped. To the naked eye, it looked like a mirage a shimmering distortion in the air. But I could feel the hum of the Red-Queen’s Origin-Code.