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No one is ever going to rescue us, and their constant begging only eggs on the Pearl Reapers. The lashes fall harder, the shrieks grow louder, and pearls fall like rain into the water around us. “That’s it, harder!” The head Reaper praises his men. “Give them more!” We give nicknames to all the Reapers. We know little about them, other than that they belong to the Bloodstone pack. We’ve never seen them in their wolf forms, so we name them based on their human appearances. We call the head reaper Cyclops – christened thus for the jagged scar running through his left eye socket; his sight solely dependent on his right eye. Unfortunately his aim is no less precise for the disability.

he hissed, turning toward the presence. The shadow stepped forward. Pale skin like porcelain, eyes blacker than night itself, and a presence that made the air feel too heavy to breathe. “I am what waits at the end of your kind,” the figure said, voice deep and hollow. “You were given years you did not deserve, Clark.” “What the f*ck are you talking about?!” Clark spat, backing away. “Get out of here—this is none of your business!” The Reaper tilted his head. “You stole her breath. Now, I take yours.”

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.

He stepped over it, wiping his gloved fingers on his thigh, leaving dark smears. Cannes' men swung their weapons toward the new threat, but Decker didn't flinch. He just tilted his head, the skull mask catching the dim light. “Pointing your guns at my friend is a crime in its own right. Pointing it at me is different. Surely, you can tell the others who did are dead?” Fuck, if I could cum right now, I would. “Nice timing, Reap.” Decker didn’t look at me. Instead, his mask stayed facing Cannes who seemed awestruck at first but after a few minutes, stretched his hand out as he slapped on a perfectly normal smile on his face. “You are a very hard man to find, Reaper King.”

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

I turned to him, my face full of concern. "We have to be super vigilant, reapers can now simply hunt you. You could end up in the void and I have no desire to have to retrieve you from that monotone realm," I mumbled bitterly. Ellis was nodding. I rubbed my eyes as my skin started to tingle, signaling another reaper close by. No sooner did I blink and Lestat entered into the hall where we were at, carrying a long sword. I cursed and pulled Ellis behind myself. He yelled,"what?" I told him a reaper had appeared and he looked around frantically as I clenched my fist and opened it calling on my family inherited scythe. All the Reoch members had one because my great grandfather Darassan, was onc

It was you. His jaw crooked in a rueful grin. The solace was immaculate. Rains came and flooded my soul. For the longest time, I was alone. I journeyed in dreams and shadow, through the valley of the damned, looking for a place you could be born. I walked and walked, until I could walk no more, constantly dreaming of you. When it was time to plant, I did. And now? I am the Reaper. “And what did you plant, Mr. Gardner?”

“My father and KJ… they’re not alone anymore. They’ve made a new alliance. With the Reapers of Derbim.” His words hang in the air like a loaded gun. My jaw tightens. The Reapers of Derbim? Those bastards? I go silent, processing his words. It doesn’t make sense. Derbim is the filthiest, most broken part of the city. No one sane would team up with them. Worse, their leader is a known sadist, completely unhinged.

The 1st Elder asked as everyone kept quiet. "I have a feeling that we should not provoke her or we might regret it when all these is over" The Fifth Elder muttered. Back in a Luxury Heavenly room, A figure spat out blood from her mouth as she clutched her chest and coughed hard. She could feel they she has been seriously injured. Thinking of her outcome at the world she went to, she couldn't help but grit her teeth in hatred. She didn't expect that lowly grim Reaper to get the attention of the lord god's soul fragments, at the end she got seriously injured.

“You’re right, Max. Sorry guys, that’s all we have to go on for now. But those bastards will strike again, rest assure they will. “I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do until we have solid leads on these guys. They’re like vampires, sucking away people lives! We will catch the creeps, just like we did the other criminals.” Bates vowed.