Infamous Reapers Novels & Stories

“When you took Stefan from me the pain was unbearable, but I understand it was an accident and even though this is very hard for me to say, I forgive you. And on behalf of my sisters, we all appreciate your help in trying to defeat these things.” Tears welled in her eyes and Harrison stared, his eyes full of wonder. “He forgives you. Don’t you Gabe?” Gabriel rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Nice to see some things don’t change.” “Gabriel, you said you had information for us,” Aurora interrupted, not liking the way Harrison was gazing at her sister. “Please, tell us what you’ve found.” He leaned in and stared at them closely. “In forty-eight hours, the Reapers will rise.”

"Try not to start any wars. We just cleaned up from last year." The main deck held perhaps two hundred people, human and supernatural criminals whose combined activities shaped global underground. Elena recognized handles from legendary exploits. Reaper, who'd crashed three stock markets simultaneously. Banshee, whose malware infected every military satellite. Eclipse, the shapeshifter who'd impersonated seven world leaders. "Fresh meat," someone growled behind her. "PhantomByte thinks Geneva makes them player." Elena turned slowly, finding a massive werewolf whose scarred face suggested violent history. His handle…Fang, was known for eliminating competition permanently.

Divine Reaper… They were the most feared assassin organization in the Spirit Domain, known for their stealthy and deadly methods that instilled fear in everyone. There was a saying across the Spirit Domain: if Divine Reaper marked someone for death, nine out of ten targets would die. If someone survived, it was because they were of an extraordinary and untouchable status. Clearly, her status as the princess of Ciawales wasn’t extraordinary enough to make her exempt from such threats. Adrian smiled and said, “Nice name, but you’ve offended the wrong person. You deserve to die.” He swung his Soul Devouring Sword. A wave of power surged forth, appearing shockingly deadly.

"Came after us first." "Don't care who started it," Reaper said. "I'm finishing it. That's what matters." "Then why come?" Dominic asked. "Why show up if you're just gonna kill us anyway?" "Wanted to see your face," Reaper said. "Wanted to watch you squirm. Wanted daddy to watch you die." Marcus stood. "That's it. We tried being civil." "Civil," Reaper said. Laughed again. "Your kid blew my brother's brains out. Nothing civil about any of this."

Sapphire went stiff in my arms as her eyes flicked to the door. I didn’t let go. Rather, I leaned in again, slower this time, brushing my mouth over hers one last time like a threat. “Go ahead,” I whispered. “Scream now, stepmother. Let them hear how much you want your fucking stepson.”

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."

"Why are you here, by the way?" "No reason. I never thought that you were a married woman. I thought you were single because I saw you yesterday, such a very unattractive lady you are in the midst of the bursting city of Mephistopholis where there are a lot of sins being committed left and right." She looked at him like a weirdo but he shrugged his shoulders. "Believe me, you're one of the few people who have a pure soul out there." "Okay, you're creeping me out a little bit," Naera said with an awkward stare at him. As much as she doesn't want to offend this man in front of him, she just needs to be honest. Daemon just smiled and stood up, putting his hand in his pockets.

He spots Jimmie and pauses. “Good to see you back on your feet, pup,” he says with a small, rare smile. “Thank you, Franco,” Jimmie replies softly. But Franco’s smile fades quickly. He turns to me, jaw clenched. “There’s been another attack. Midnight Reaper. This time it’s worse.” I stiffen. “Midnight Reaper?” Jimmie echoes. “What is that?” Franco answers, “A rogue. A sick psycho werewolf. Killing humans.” “Nadia?” Jimmie asks again.

Inside were the documented slaughters and syndicates tied to the Grim Reaper over the last three years. "Even the big three lords of the underworld—the Reaper, the Zmeya Empire, and the Crimson Syndicate—don't get this much attention on themselves," the chief stated, his finger slamming onto the gory crime scene photos. "No one knows who the leader of Zmeya is. No one has ever seen the face of the Crimson Syndicate's head. But everyone knows Riven Rykerthrone is the leader of the Black Reapers, and the fact that he is still walking around freely is an absolute insult to this badge." I stared at the files, my heart hammering against my ribs.

The man grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, and a reporter’s voice filled the room. “…breaking news tonight. Sources confirm that prominent attorney Myles Voss is not the man he has claimed to be. Investigators allege that Voss is, in fact, the infamous ‘Reaper,’ leader of the outlaw motorcycle club Hellfangs. Federal agents have launched a manhunt following a deadly fire at a warehouse earlier this evening…” The screen cut to footage around my property. Agents and police swarmed over my lawn, and then came a still photo of Serena, smiling in a summer dress.