Infamous Reapers Novels & Stories

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?”

"They’re coordinated. The Russians have provided satellite overwatch. They know exactly where we are." We burst into the hallway. The air was thick with the smell of cordite and blood. I saw the first of the Reapers—men who had been twisted by a raw, unstable version of the Rose. Their skin was grey, their eyes weeping a dark, viscous fluid. They didn't feel pain. They didn't feel fear. They only knew the hunger for the Catalyst.

“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.

“Sat opposite, we have Alpha Solomon, Brother Andrew and Beta Saul of the Templar Pack, Alpha Armstrong, Beta Johnstone and Mr. and Mrs. Crozier of the Reiver Pack.” “Why are they here?” said Baden rudely, pointing at the Reivers. “We are here to get our relics back from the Templars, I can’t see any reason for Reivers to be here.” Alpha Armstrong growled at the man’s impertinence so Annie quickly interjected. “Mr. Baden, if you knew your wolf history, you would know that the Reivers have always protected and assisted the Templars.” “Ever since you fuckers chased them out of France, not before torturing and murdering many of them I might add.” spat Alpha Armstrong.

Large bloodstained disparate in areas. The men stood around watching Claire gasp her last breath. Nobody said a word, at first. The air reeked of the metallic stink. Death in the broadcast as the screams went mute. They dissolved into another nature for each victim. The men glanced at Scarface ready to receive further instructions. Scarface stared at each man, his men, earnest men, fixed to serve. Scarface pursed his lips together. “All right, you know what’s next. Take your places. Logan, get the tools and get to work on the lacerations. I want to see the bodies in the basement in another hour.”

...Sienna POV... This had to be it. The end was near. I could feel it. I was practically begging for my end to come. It had been at least two days since Hunter attacked me and left me here to die. I knew Hunter's reputation. He was the formidable Reaper. People rarely survived his wrath. Rather, he was given the reputation of the Reaper because of his merciless actions toward his victims.

A blood-curdling scream came from the furnace. That was how I'd died in my past life, and I couldn't help feeling vindicated as I watched Summer suffer the same fate. The fire ate her up. She'd left blood all over the furnace before her death because she'd tried to claw her way out. Terence stood there, looking like he was admiring a painting. Once Summer was incinerated, he turned to look at Jean. "It's your turn now."