Green Reaper Novels & Stories

Howard smiled at him and replied immediately, “You don’t have to worry about it, Mr Grey. I don’t leave my job halfway. You’ll know when the time comes. For now, it’s time for all of you to go back.” After conversing with his men, Howard wished everyone goodbye as their eyes were covered with black clothes. Before Reynold’s were covered, he saw Howard approaching him slowly. Not long before he was dragged out of the room, he heard someone whispering into his ears, “Send my regards to your wife, Mr Owen and thanks for your time.” Reynold was angry but he was helpless. However, he was resolute to exact revenge on his enemy who dared to lay a finger on his wife. He was aware that it wasn’t a su

Katherine's eyes widened at the sight. - My other gift is healing. I can't try it on you if you are not hurt. - The man explained slowly. - Please cut your palm deep enough to give me time to try before your werewolf healing starts. Katherine took a knife from his hand and pressed it to the middle of her hand, cutting it deeply. Immediately, the blood has flown from the wound. - I said palm. - Greg hissed and grabbed her hand, focusing. Soon, the blue lights were dancing on Katherine's skin, closing the cut.

he turned towards the exit as his men came running towards Sherry and stood around her. Ryan was fighting hard not to let Rex run loose. Butbhis beast was threaning to take over. The human in front of him was crossing all limits. No matter what he called him, nothing was more important that Sherry . Atleast not for Rex, at that moment. " What is the meaning of this? " he asked with greeted teeth. " Oh nothing my boy! Just making sure this little thing stays safe while we are talking. " This would have been the melting point. Ryan's iris had turned bright orange and his hand had morphed into his claws with razor sharp nails.

Luna, who had been cleaning the stairs, Karen, who had been talking incessantly, and Drew, who had been frantically signaling Karen with his eyes, were all struck silent. "Who do you think is the real head of this household? If you're unwilling to perform the part you're paid for, then feel free to pack your things and move out of here." I used to be too nice to the household staff at home, which led them to take advantage of me when I was gravely ill in my past life. It was only after I had been reborn that I realized that there would always be people who would take advantage of you—no matter how kind you were to them.

Lyla POV A grunt escaped me as my body hit the ground. “Again,” Reaper roared. Begrudgingly I got up off the ground while my body made sounds of protest in response to the movement. I dusted off the lilac colored yoga pants and got into my defensive position. Reaper and I circled one another on the makeshirt training area we had made in the bunker. “Keep your hands up, don’t leave your face uncovered,” Reaper instructed, this time in a more fatherly tone.

"He rebuilt it. And now, the landlord is coming to collect." I gestured to the window, where the Emerald Tower was pulsing. "The signal my father was tracking wasn't a message of peace. It was a beacon. The Architects were the automated system—the 'software' designed to keep the crop healthy. But the **Reapers**... they are the 'hardware.' They are the physical force that comes to harvest the 'Grey Flame' once it’s matured." "And you think it’s matured?" the General asked. "I’m the proof," I said. I raised my hand, and a small, stable flame of grey light flickered above my palm. "I broke the simulation. I merged the realities. To the Reapers, I’m the prize. And this city is the garden."

"The High Council has designated this territory a 'Resource Reclamation Zone.' All biological assets are to be processed. Resistance will result in immediate termination." ​"This is my home, not a resource," Rhea spat, her daggers ready. ​"Correction," the Reaper said, its arm shifting with a mechanical whir into a spinning saw-blade of silvered steel. "It is a laboratory that has overstayed its usefulness." ​The fight was unlike anything the Silver Bane had ever experienced. The Reaper didn't feel pain, and it didn't tire. When Marcus lunged, the machine simply swatted him aside with enough force to crack his ribs. Sela’s arrows bounced off the blackened iron as if they were toothpicks.

Already faced the two guardians, the last one stood before them with a smile that caused goosebumps to raise on their skin. “Are you now ready? Do you two think you can face your final adversary?” Hunter and Lin felt ready but that did not mean that were. Training with Kai and learning from the desert guy had been quite the experience but now having to fight was much more scary. “Yes,” They said at the same time, fear in their hearts. Suddenly the entire scenery changed, plunging them into a wide field of dead flowers. There, they saw their adversary. The guy called The Reaper. A smirk danced on his face.

The hybrid's arms fall to the ground with the shackles. "Nice try fucker!" I swing my blade a second time decapitating him. Reaper has shifted into his mortal form. He hands me one of the two semi automatic handguns he is holding. We take off running and shooting anything that isn't a dragon, hellhound or king of hell. I scream as I watch Gunner's huge dragon body hit the ground. The earth shakes under our feet. When I finally get to him; what's left of Bael's horde is trying to retreat.

"Attention, Asset. You are protecting a biological hazard. Stand down, or we will deploy the defoliant." "I'm not an asset," Leo shouted back. His voice was amplified by the air pressure, booming like thunder. "And this isn't a hazard. It's a sanctuary." "It is a weed," Ironwood replied. "And we brought the Roundup." The armored harvesters the Reapers moved forward. Blades spun on their fronts massive, serrated discs designed to cut through the giant cornstalks. Nozzles on their sides began to spray a white mist.