Green Reaper Novels & Stories

"They’re coordinated. The Russians have provided satellite overwatch. They know exactly where we are." We burst into the hallway. The air was thick with the smell of cordite and blood. I saw the first of the Reapers—men who had been twisted by a raw, unstable version of the Rose. Their skin was grey, their eyes weeping a dark, viscous fluid. They didn't feel pain. They didn't feel fear. They only knew the hunger for the Catalyst.

She stirred but didn’t wake. I went into the garage and pressed the hidden switch near the wall, and a section of the floor slid aside, revealing the stairwell to the hideout below. My old colors were there, a black leather jacket with the reaper’s emblem stitched on the back, and I pulled them on piece by piece with the boots, the gloves and the cut. The man staring back at me in the mirror wasn’t the man Serena kissed goodnight; he was the Reaper of the Hellfangs MC, and tonight, he had work to do.

The Frag Grenade detonated behind her, sending her squad scrambling. Gunfire erupted from the upper floors of the surrounding building ,enemies dug in like rats. Viper dove behind a rusted car, her heart pounding as bullets pinged off the metal. She peeked over the hood, lining up a shot. One enemy dropped. Then another. But they kept coming. A shadow moved beside her broad shoulders, the eerie glow of blue circuits beneath synthetic armor. Reaper. "Need backup?" His helmet tilted mockingly.

Greg threw at him. "You see why I didn't want to talk about it? Look at people I call my friends, they can't even stand by me when I need them the most! Excuse me, I'm going first!" Tyler stalled away. He didn't mind his friends who were still looking at him as if he just peed on his pants and got into his car, then sped off. He won't go home, a long drive to clear his head is all he needed. *** Sophia and Gena were dressed in black all over, while the other Special Assassinators were all in Soldiers clothings, from cap to boots.

Despite not having a window the room was fairly lit by some lightshrooms placed at the ceiling. “I apologize for barging in without any permission. I apologize as well for not giving a formal introduction. My name is Elizabeth Florentina Alutreta, first born of Lady Odagaia “Mother of the Forest” It is a pleasure to meet Avaritia’s youngest royal knight and the person dubbed as The Reaper” She calmly introduced herself, bowing her head as she spoke. Both hands were placed above her long silky nightgown. Her skin glowed like the moon while her gown was illuminated by the lightshrooms above them

She stepped inside, and it felt as if she had just stepped into a world that only those who loved snorkelling and deep diving could imagine so well. The eerie green ambience was not as gothic as one would expect; instead, it had a calming essence for the senses. Reyona averted her eyes from a man sitting at a table close to the entrance as he slurped at a sort of jelly-like sh that he sucked out of shells. The clinking sound as he dropped it noisily on the tray close to him was enough to grate on Reyona’s nerves.

Ean's face contorted in disbelief and rage. "Nonsense! How could she be dead?" He stormed in, eyes wild with panic. Behind a few rows of shelves, a faint figure was curled up on the floor. Ean started shaking uncontrollably. I followed close behind him, my stomach turning at the sight of my own dead body. My eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead, directly at him. My face was icy, and all ten fingers were smeared with dried blood. The floor and walls were covered with the marks of my struggle.

"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.