Novel & Cerita Infamous Reapers

Drawing a smile behind the façade of her excited and jumping soul, it slowly opens, as the death reapers appear, and immediately greet her. “Yo!” Wearing a smile that does not mean gladness, but more on a paid mission and necessary steps that he should take. The reaper that appears in front of her, who wears unusual clothes, yet rings the very world that reflected unto the original, and just like this world where she exists is playing the same game that no one of them could ever escape from but holds the difference and uncanny ways than theirs. He wears a mask that somehow imitates a mummy, yet not and the scythe that shines with its material that is made from gold, silver, gems, and bronze.

Krim's words were soft as if they weren't exactly meant for her. He must have known her next question because he gave a bone-weary sigh. "Once they start to remember their life, they get to relive their death and all the regrets that came with it. It's an endless cycle that drives them insane." Holly put a hand over her mouth. "They can't break free?" "I've never seen a reaper break free," Krim closed his eyes. "And believe it or not, I've seen many reapers come through. Please, don't ask any more about that. I can't risk remembering, please understand."

He lowered himself into his chair, bowing his head to the other elders, who mirrored his gesture in unison, an eerie harmony that sent chills through me. A figure rose—Demetri, whose tattooed fingers drummed anxiously against the dark table, a restless heartbeat amid the stillness. “My testimony regarding Reaper's actions is one of utter devastation. Armandos’ compound lies in ruins, men are dead, and it was Reaper and Rico who orchestrated this havoc.” His voice trembled with urgency as he took his seat, but to my astonishment, Elder Briar raised a hand, commanding him to stand once more.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

"Rayden Kalesvara, I know you can hear me! Come out, you coward! Face me like a man!" Gavin Bramasta's once-immaculate clothes were now tattered and stained, his well-groomed hair was a chaotic mess, and his eyes burned red like the embers of hell. He was no longer the proud, genius heir of the Bramasta family. He was a ghost returned from the grave, a wild beast that had lost everything and now had only one thing left: hatred.

NYX’s POV “Salvador suuuucks!” Narin and I had barely stepped into the Rebel’s hideout when we were welcomed by the loud screech of a male banshee- or rather, a farshee- who was obviously fed up with Salvador Academy. I jumped, my hands covering my ears to block out his ear-splitting scream which shook the entire basement. The dude was lucky we were in an underground bunker. If he had pulled this off outside, the Westwood forest would have easily carried his cries to the ears of the guardians. That would lead him into some serious trouble.

“Is that all you wanna fucking remember? What about me telling you to stay the fuck away from me? That didn’t stick?” Her face puffed up. I could see her all so familiar rage returning and I knew she would have hit me with that stupid bat of hers if she could. “Why the fuck was someone like you even around me when I was five?!” Jesus fucking Christ. “Someone like me?” “You are called the Reaper King, so you’re not a fucking saint either,” She yelled. “What? You think being in this club changes all the terrible things you’ve done? Or taking care of the president’s orphaned daughter abstains you? You’re a fucking hypocrite. The fact that I’m such a raging bitch is because you’re a—”

Apparently, they now traveled in small packs when dealing with shifter deaths because Fenrir had killed one years ago who had tried to drag Lydia’s soul to Hell. My gaze dropped to their scythes. Reapers were low-level angels, one level below the foot soldiers they used as cannon fodder during battles. The only dangerous things about them were their weapons. “I told you we’d encounter the illegal psychopomps,” the male reaper said to his female companion. “If they’re not haunting wolf-shifter deaths, they’re infiltrating the Fifth Faction and stealing souls.” I rolled my eyes, even though his assessment of us was accurate. “Let’s be respectful of the recently bereaved and settle our differen

But there are also some of them who are happy and excited because they want to overthrow the most treacherous organization in all of Asia. All was well so I confronted them. "For blood and glory!" They smiled and immediately responded to what I said. "We are eternal!" "Forever as one!" "The end is here!" "None shall remember them!" "We are the reapers!" "Let's taste their flesh!" "Fill them with regret!" "We're not afraid!" "DEATH AND GLORY!" Third Person Point Of View