Infamous Reapers Novels & Stories

Naturally, as a money-hungry degenerate, I applied to join all nine. You'd think the pure, innocent moderators of the "Lawful Good" and "True Neutral" boards would reject a join request from a user literally named [Grim Reaper]. But people are stupid and morbidly curious. They hit 'Accept' just to see what kind of unhinged garbage I was going to post. What I did was immediately change my bio to: [OPEN FOR COMMISSIONS. ALL SERVICES PROVIDED.] Unsurprisingly, my profile views skyrocket. An S Combat Tier Reaper offering every service? Unprecedented.

well, the rest would be their decision. She would bear the cost of everything. It was an invitation to thank you for services rendered free on behalf of her detective. He was determined: that night he would eat Olegario Rey! This time, Valeria would become the cannibal of the city. As the horrific murders occurred, Olegario Rey's concerns about being relieved of the investigation, given its lack of results, made him a depressive and strange being, even for Valeria, who was hopelessly in love with him. He was and in what way! And what was most incredible: she was dominated by that toy of Olegario's: his little newborn boy's cock. She didn't even understand it herself! The handsome macho foun

A reaper that will work for Umbra and only Umbra. Rain begins to pour over the top of us as we fight. More wolves come to fight as both my wolves and the wolves with Chaos grow in numbers, but I have something Chaos doesn't have. I have the ancestors. The ancestors pour the rain over us and bring the thunder. They push Chaos and his wolves back into the woods. "Be gone!" The ancestors say. The rain clears, and the wolves collapse to the ground. I look to my right to see Fallon and Libby. "They want me to die. Does anyone want me to be the reaper?" Fallon asks.

“Sit.” “I’ll rather stand, Sir,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended, my legs locked in place. I needed to stay on my feet, to feel some control, because the air felt thick with dread. Reynolds sighed, a heavy sound, his shoulders slumping as if the weight of the world pressed on him. He leaned against his desk, folding his arms, his eyes meeting mine with a gravity that made my stomach drop. “The Reaper is out of prison,” he said, each word a hammer strike. “Lucian Moretti. His one-year sentence ended two days ago. And from what we’re hearing, he’s coming for you.”

She could see that the outfit really did look great on her; the slacks emphasized her curves in a way she had never noticed in her usual getup. “Appearances sweetheart, they are everything down there. Now get out of here, you don’t want to be late on your first day,” Pixie grinned making a shooing motion. Lisa gave Pix a long hug then she took off at a trot and lifted off into the air, flying out of the roofless building and into the morning sky. Reapers lived in the sanctuary, a floating structure in the clouds that had massive buildings in the architecture of ancient Greek temples. The sanctuary wasn’t really in the clouds, it only appeared to be, it actually existed in a separate dimensio

They all looked at me with a mix of fear and hope. "These are the survivors from other worlds," the Creator said. "The ones who were supposed to be deleted. I saved them. But we are trapped in this forest. The High Council has sent a reaper to find us." Suddenly, a loud, metallic horn sounded from the sky. The silver trees began to shake, their leaves falling like sharp knives. The peaceful blue light of the flowers turned a blood-red. "He is here," the Creator said, his face turning pale. "The First Reaper."

My lips stretched into a smile and I looked up at Damon, “Send my hate to the rest of you guys,” “I hope you have a life filled with chaos, strife and bitterness,” I spat barely audible, his facial expression didn’t change as he watched me slump to the ground and finally loose life. “Ahhh,” I exhaled deeply. Welcome hell. Deputy Devil here! • • Helen (Damon’s Adoptive Mom,) Harper lay still on her bed, the whole room was silent save for the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor beside her. She had been unconscious for five days now, Doctor said she was responding to treatment but might take a while to come back awake.

Both of them should be enough to put an end to his evilness. Yet, it was her; it was her who was to face the monstrosity of her own blood. Only one reason made sense to her then, only one, and it didn’t even give her satisfaction. The Supreme Council might have thought it better for two Sylvanias to finally put an end to their clan. They themselves have the ability to do so, but they didn’t want to stain their hands with filth. So, who’d be more fitting to do the dirty work? Of course, no other than Z, the wielder whose other name was not known, the Reaper, the crown of peace, and the wielder who, as a child, has already committed a crime of murdering her own kin.

Elara’s POV “It might be a bright idea for you to step out of the shadows,” I said calmly. A few seconds passed before a man materialized inside the room. His face was covered with a mask. He lifted his arm and showed me a tattoo etched into the back of his palm. “Reaper. I have come to take your life,” he growled. The Reapers. One of the greatest assassin guilds in the country. “Do you have any idea where you are? This is Caelthorn territory.”

“How!? He's their top 1 fighter; if he was able to reach the top with such brutal fights, how terrible do you think he'll be? He has killed dozens of people, your father died in a fight with him, and your father trained restlessly while fighting for fifteen years. Even if you succeed in this fight… You can't fight him. I love your adorable resilience, but it's stupid.” “You sound like you know him.” “I do.” Dale Lazarus exhales sharply, “They call him The Reaper; he’s the harbinger of doom.”