Grinning Reaper Novels & Stories

So I simply struggled, wondering what my family was doing. "I will fucking kill you," he yelled in my face. But suddenly, I watched as the sorrow morphed into something far more chilling. Beta Reiner grinned. His lips lifted in a crazed smile that made my blood run cold. "I will fucking kill you," he said again. He was attacking me out of grief, but he was using it as an excuse to finally be rid of me. He was the Silent Reaper, it finally dawned on me what Aurora had said. The man that was strangling me now was truly a killer, an assassin. The edges of my vision began to darken, and I felt my body go numb. Finally, his weight was lifted off me and air painfully filled my deprived lungs.

"Come here, my precious grandson. Oh, aren't you just adorable?" Owen snuggled into Irene's embrace, appearing perfectly well-behaved. However, no one knew that Owen had developed a pretty nasty personality under the influence of Simon's former flame, Yuna Grover.

"He's going critical! If you break the containment field of his skin, he'll detonate!" "He's dying!" I yelled, struggling against Silas’s grip. "He's digesting!" Silas shouted back. "He ate a sun, Helen! He needs time to process the isotopes!" CRASH. The porch railing exploded into splinters. A Reaper the massive, armored harvester smashed through the perimeter. Its serrated blades spun with a terrifying, high-pitched whine, chewing through the wooden fence

Fuck, they had raped her, his beautiful mate. Hugh’s anger grew until it burned white hot, nothing could stop him now. He ran with the trackers as they traced the rogues to a glen on the edge of the territory where he stalked towards them growling, his anger and grief taking over. The trackers stood back, afraid to interfere as Hugh tore each rogue limb from limb until the grass was slick with blood and entrails. He ripped, bit and tore, not even giving them a chance to defend themselves. A few tried to run but Hugh chased them down and showed no mercy, he ripped their throats out as they tried pathetic attempts to beg for their lives, disembowelled and decapitated them with his strong jaws

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

Would he try to bite me? I close my eyes and brace myself for the worst. But instead of vampire's teeth tearing my skin, I feel a piece of fabric placed over my eyes. "Relax," Kieran whispers in my ear. This guy is bipolar; he has to be. One moment he's angry, scaring the shit out of me. The next moment he's calm, collected, and gentle.

The sound of his boots faded down the hall. I pressed my back against the wall and slid to the floor. My body was still shaking. Not from fear. Or not only from fear. When his teeth had grazed my mark, something inside me had ignited. A heat that started at my neck and poured down through my chest, my stomach, my thighs. My skin had tightened. My breath had caught. And for one terrible, honest second, I had wanted him closer. The Reaper. The man who’d killed his own family. The man who collected territories like other men collected debts.

It was you. His jaw crooked in a rueful grin. The solace was immaculate. Rains came and flooded my soul. For the longest time, I was alone. I journeyed in dreams and shadow, through the valley of the damned, looking for a place you could be born. I walked and walked, until I could walk no more, constantly dreaming of you. When it was time to plant, I did. And now? I am the Reaper. “And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?”

Probably not. I’m hissing and spitting like only an actual threatened feline can. Then I notice my backside has been charred and there’s this small matter of a flame on the small tip past my ball tail. A hyperactive skeleton races to put the tremulous fire out. It runs screaming and dragging what looks like giant innards but turns out to be a fire hose. I’m struck by a jet of foul swamp water like a street demonstrator or an unwashed prisoner of war. More laughter from Septimus and his Helter-Skeltals. The sound the reaper makes is that of grinding tectonic plates transformed into a voice.

He has a solid jawline, clean-shaven face, thinner cheeks with just the right amount of plumpness, dimples that would take any normal woman’s breath away, beautiful bright brown eyes with flecks of gold, a tall leanly-muscled build, and short dark brown hair that is always neatly combed to one side, but tufts at the top in a cute way. I give him a polite nod that contradicts the rude way that I shove past him to step inside. I wordlessly pass him the name and photo of my target that came with the job posting, fixing him with an intense emerald-green gaze. He already knows the drill and I’m not one for pleasantries or small talk. He gives a low chuckle at my straight-to-business attitude, “al