Infamous Reapers Novels & Stories

But Just as Lisa was getting comfortable, the remains of the reapers begain to rebuild themselves into their mechanized form. “You gotta be kidding me,” The reapers sprung back into action as each of them ignited with pink flamers similar to Lisa. “Son of a bitch,” Lias said while blaming large flamers from each hand burning several trees down to gain cover. She rocked away from the burning barricade as for as she could. Within seconds, the reapers easily stormed through the cdlagped trees in heavy purist of Lisa. The technological manners ejected two missiles each from their mouths, each surging with Pink Five.

Everyone on the sky liner was panicking as there was just nowhere to run! After all, falling from this height would still mean death for a Scion rank, as they couldn't stay airborne for too long. That was unless airwalking was their specialty, or if they had techniques that saved their Reiki like swordsurfing, as Caleb did. Worst of all, the Blood Reapers were an assassin guild at large in the northern reaches of the Corvus Empire who were guilty of every crime as well as their savagery! An elderly man stepped out from below deck just then, calling out to the Blood Reapers.

This time the Vipers stood over their dead without flinching. It was clean work in its own way — smart, fast, and brutal. The Vipers hit the Reapers supply hub and left nothing worth saving. Burned servers, shredded papers, and three Reapers with broken arms for picking the wrong side. No speeches. No fair fights. Just business.

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

And right in the middle of it all—he waited. Jax. They called him Reaper—because death followed him like a shadow, a silent, inevitable companion. The kind of man who could kill with a glance and leave no trace but silence and a cold void where a life once was. The instant his eyes, obsidian chips of ice, sliced through the noise and landed on me, the world shrank to that frozen moment. My breath caught, a jagged shard in my throat. I knew—without a doubt—that I was standing in the eye of a storm, and I was the fragile thing about to be torn apart.

> I created Order. The words hung like a tolling bell, vibrating through her. > The living had grown arrogant. They clawed at the boundary, refused to surrender their light. So I built the boundary anew. Flesh of shadow. Will of death. They became my hand. “The first Reapers,” Avery whispered. “And now you’re gone. Forgotten. Buried.” The Pale One’s cloak stirred. Beneath the folds, faint shapes moved — hundreds of faces, twisted in memory and reverence, fading in and out of existence.

I pleaded. “You think you actually have a bargaining chip? Do you think you have something valuable enough to trade? I did ask you to call the number at 6 tonight. But I don’t really need you to do it yourself. I can kill you now and take your phone. Or option two, I can kill you now, then make Kiara bring you back to life. You'll still end up making the call, but you will be in a great deal of pain when you do it. I will break every single bone that Eva had broken while she was here. We can bring you back to life after killing you a hundred times. You should be down on your knees, thanking us for granting you mercy and only killing you once. It’s your decision, just know that you will not j

“The lands around are the Blasted Fields. The earth is poisoned from their old industry. Nothing grows. Nothing lives. It is a killing ground. The road is the only path.” “Then we go up the road,” Liora said, studying the map. “We don’t avoid it.” “That is suicide,” Corvus stated flatly. “Is it?” Liora asked, her gaze still on the map. “You said everything they need travels that road. That includes people. Workers. New recruits, as you call them. They wouldn’t waste Reapers on simple guard duty. They’d use Overseers and regular guards.” “They do,” the Forgemaster confirmed. “The Reapers are their elite, their final solution. They are kept inside the Citadel, or deployed only for… major disru

"I will never forget you." I placed my foot on the first rung. The wood groaned under my weight. I climbed higher, my hands gripping the splintered edges. Almost there. Almost free. Suddenly— A loud gunshot exploded through the air. Warm blood splattered across my face. My eyes widened in shock as the maid's body dropped to the ground beside me. Her eyes were still open. Still looking at me. A scream tore from my throat. My whole body shook uncontrollably. A tall figure stepped forward from the darkness.