Inflatable Pumpkin Reaper Novels & Stories

To them, he was the Apex. Flanking him were the three 'Black Reapers'—the newly retrofitted, black-and-gold Vanguard mechs, their Star-forged Cores pulsing with blinding cyan plasma. "Jack," Sebastian looked up at the massive Defender mech. "Are the shock-absorbers online?" "Online and humming, Boss," Jack’s voice crackled through the external speakers, the heavy rotary cannon spinning up with a lethal whine. "Though a drop from this altitude is going to strip the paint."

The Reaper disappeared in a puff of smoke. Around him, Cutter saw Keepers of the Light flashing their power in streams of blue and white as masses of black charged in shapes and sizes he’d never encountered. The wind picked up as Keepers of the Wind created tornadoes and wind gusts to carry off screeching demons. Plants sprung up from otherwise dead and cracking ground, entangling Reapers as they closed in or tripping up the demons who sought to destroy them.

He grew taller and taller, feet sinking into the sand until they became roots rushing toward the World Tree. Marcus—the Scarecrow—roared. A wave of green energy shot from the shore and slammed into the golden blade above. The blade froze in the sky, buzzing and trembling with a sound that shattered village windows. "He’s holding it back!" the Auditor whispered, shielding his eyes. But the Reaper wasn’t just that blade. From its shadow, thousands of golden insects poured down, each the size of a car. Their legs looked razor-sharp, made for cutting, and they swarmed toward the village, wings grinding like machinery.

His actions will speak for him. We pull up in front of a normal-looking house. It is two stories and is the larger size but it looks nothing like what people would assume the leader would have. There is a garage with a nice yard and a wraparound porch. My mate thanks to the driver and then comes around and opens my door holding out his hand. I take it and get out and see that my bags are setting on the porch. Someone must have brought them here while we were at the reaping. We make our way up the steps and my mate unlocks the door and takes my bags in with him.

The reapers extended its finger apart with its plam facing the floor. In less than a minut, several jagged pillars ruby quarts sported infront of us. “Red, what are you doing?,” Daryl asked Adrian. “That wasn’t me,” “Up here Baldy,” The reaper smiled. “And that’s not all,” The android took his other hand, surging it with xenon energy similar to Daryl, and slashed a crescent shape wave destroying part of the pillars. “That reaper has our power,” Rick said. “Bingo Primal,”

He didn’t say the name with love, that’s for sure. “I am.” Hunter nodded hesitantly. “How is Collin a reaper? What are reapers exactly?” Callie asked. “Reapers are kind of like special agents. Trained to deal with combat and other things. Reapers are normally sent out in groups to bring in the people on the list.” “They abduct people?” Callie’s eyebrow shifted up. “Kind of.” He nodded. “What do they do to the people they capture?” I asked hesitantly. “I don’t know.” Hunter replied, “Reapers are required to work on orders, no questions asked.”

There were no children up here, and the meadow felt still in the comparative silence. The sounds of the Fayre carried – we hadn’t walked far – but the atmosphere was starkly different up here. The meadow was teeming with pumpkins, many of which had been carved into, forcing gory, threatening grins and narrowed slits for eyes into their rounded faces. Above, there was a brief buzzing sound, followed by a sudden shock of light. There were great bulbs strung across the meadow, too, it seemed, but as quickly as they’d come on, they shut off again.

In her right palm, a pumpkin with eyes sat opening its huge mouth often. A dwarf-like creature floated in the air on the top of the third recliner with its green monstrous eyes hooked on the candle in the air. It had no wax. It singed red. “Don’t punish me for his sins,” Cassy pleaded. An earless girl cocked her neck to one side and released the pumpkin on the floor. Cassy recalled the warning, ‘Cut your fingers. Erase your toes.’ No! “Go!” The chest less man instructed, and ear-shattering laughter reverberated in the room.

’ I shout, blinking and appearing behind them. Vermillion runs and circles them, breathing fire onto them. Harpies screech, and Minotaur swing and throw their axes at us. ‘Repeliate!’ I shout, sending an invisible wave, knocking the axes away. Reaper flies around the Minotaur, wrapping a shadow around their ankles and tripping them over. Alec’s fingernails extend. He leaps up into the air and claws across the necks of the Harpies in one big swipe. Dozens more come running toward us, ‘Quickly! Onto Vermillion,’ he shouts.

The flames around them were magical in nature, but so was the water that poured down from the sky, drenching only a few hundred acres of North Georgia forest and nothing else. Gaps were appearing in the wall of fire that had separated the barn from the field of battle, and Shamira's allies started popping through. Reaper opened up on one of the flaming enemies with a high pressure water hose. Shamira liked the ingenuity. Sebastian leaped through another gap and started firing his handgun, slowing another enemy down but not killing it. A pickup truck came hurtling through an opening and ran over a third fire creature, then Bunny got out of the cab and ran like hell before the whole thing expl