Infamous Reapers Novels & Stories

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

The thought of him in the hands of his family's murderer made her shake with terror. "We're going to get them back," Stalker said, reassuringly but it did nothing to help the way Velia felt, "Whatever it takes." "How?" Velia asked, her voice barely a whisper. "If this Rosario person is powerful enough to take both Venom and Virus, how are we supposed to –” "We're The Reapers," Reaper cut in, "We don't leave family behind. Ever." Velia looked around the room at the assembled pack members, who had become her chosen family over the past months.

I was startled and quickly lowered my head. "You will be punished for keeping me waiting, but let's finish the main business," He whispered, sending a chill down my spine. What a reasonable man! He is taking me to the hospital to treat my wounds then he will take me back home to inflict another wound. A sob left my lips while tilting my head to glimpse outside. However, the horrendous sight I saw made me startled. It was the face of the woman I was reborn to! No wonder the name Alyssa Arnold sounded familiar when the maid called it. It was the face of a popular blogger. I guessed I didn't see it well when I looked in the mirror because of the blood splash. Now, the blood has been washed away

The enemies ahead were indeed becoming more formidable. "These people work for Finn!" Charles immediately recognized the four people on each side—all of them were Finn's subordinates. "They only sent four people; are they looking down on the Shadowers?" a member of the Shadowers muttered. Charles retorted quickly, "But don't underestimate these four. They make robots, and the robots they design are dangerous and extremely strong. So these people are also called the 'Four Living Reapers'." "I didn't expect people in Easton to know so much about us!"

Her eyes gleamed. “They’re Verek's direct lapdogs. Killers. They’ve slaughtered more people than most ordinary dare to count… Alphas included.” She leaned back slightly in her seat, completely at ease. “They’re rogues.” A sharp wave of gasps rippled through the crowd. Eyes darted toward George and the twins, disbelief written plainly across their faces. But Verya wasn’t done. “Not just rogues,” she added lightly. The air seemed to tighten. “They are the Four Reapers.”

Our youngest, little Dante — named after the inferno we had walked through — toddled between us, oblivious to the stakes but sensing the tension. This was the night the compulsion was supposed to activate. The night The Eclipse had promised our children would turn on us and walk willingly into their shadow empire. We had come to end it where it began. Damien stood at my side, the Reaper in full armor — black tactical gear, guns holstered, knives ready. His hand never left the small of my back, possessive even now. “If they come, we finish this,” he said, voice low and lethal. “No mercy.”

I snarl at him. His eyes sweep over me to the rest. They’ve all stood up in guard, but that doesn’t seem to faze him at all. One thing that makes Reaper really dangerous is the fact that he was maniac. Sure, I am cold, but Reaper takes that to a whole new level. He is a sociopath and a psychopath, all wrapped in a pretty ugly and deadly bow. “I’m here to see, Ava. Why else do you think I would be here? To see your sorry ass?” he asks with a devious smirk.

The spell of real estate fell on the walker, fettered her arms and legs, squeezed her throat, making it difficult to growl. It was very easy to cut off her head - to grab her braids, and wave a knife a couple of times. And again, Tamir did not have to cut his hand in order to carry out the rite of repose - blood poured from a bitten forearm, at least draw handfuls. Donatos, entering the cold cell smelling of blood and sweat in the morning, kicked the decapitated corpse and said to the student: - I’ll wash my face and go to the whipping post - you’ll get it for not distinguishing a simple dead man from a reborn one. After that, you will go to Rusta, you will say - I asked to heal my hand.

He added, laughing freely. Lin clenched her jaws, trying to shake off the doubts that their adversary was planting in her mind. She knew he was playing mind games, but the truth he spoke kept striking a chord in her. “That is none of your damn business! We will figure it out when that time comes!” Hunter thundered the words at the guy. “And f*ck you for killing my friends in the Dark Valley!” “Your friends were weak, just like the two of you,” The Reaper replied, walking in their direction slowly but purposefully. “Surrender, I’m giving you two one last chance. Surrender right now and I will lead you right out of this quest easily.” He smirked.

Tomás nearly paid with his life, as well as Sienna. "No me importa tu razonamiento. Me llaman el segador porque soy el que dicta los juicios. Desafortunadamente para ti, tu futuro se ve sombrío." I don't care about your reasoning. I'm called the Reaper because I am the one that passes out judgments. Unfortunately for you, your future looks Grimm. I say as I aim another shot at him.