Realizer Of Death The Reaper Novels & Stories

“You should have thought of that before you tried to kill my wife!” I nodded at my man, and Hector was shoved roughly into the container, and the door was locked, cutting off Hector's curses from within. The man collected a can of fuel, which he climbed into the container and poured into it from a hole on the roof. “All set, Boss.” He replied as he jumped off the container. I took out my lighter and then hesitated. I wish I could say this wasn't me, this wasn't who I really was, but no, it was quite the contrary. I wasn't a saint and never claimed to be one. I was the reaper.

Heather stood up and moved closer to me in an attempt to pacify me. “Do not tell me to calm down, Heather. What a joke! Don’t they know who I am? I am Zeeb, the Reaper! Don’t they know I rule? I will drag them all to hell.” My eyes turned sharply to the useless guard. “Get the heck out of here before I send you to the Moon Goddess above.”

Cillian’s lips curled back to reveal sharp, bloody canines. “I was so hoping we’d get to this part . . . ” he said, wiping his mirth-streaked eyes. His giggles erupted into loud, manic laughter, and the Reapers behind our seats raised their blades. Before the one behind me could stab down, I pulled the revolver from my pocket, pointed up at the Reaper’s jaw, and fired. The Reaper fell as the bullet blasted through its head, but no blood sprayed from the wound—only a cloud of dust. The skull mask wasn’t a mask at all. It was its face!

I growled and he shifted realizing that I was changing before his eyes. "Nice to meet you, Death," he purred and I instantly transformed into my dark inky mass. I watched the reaper try to break forth but Rai resisted and remained himself. I pushed my excited Death back and continued tying him face down to the bed. I pulled off his pants and underwear and bit his ass cheek, making him jump. I spread his legs and tied each of them as well. Rai watched me curiously as I headed back to the cabinet and came back with a medium size butt plug and a lit candle.

I had led a simple life. I figured I'd just surrender myself to nature. When the pain became unbearable, I would most likely pass out and eventually die. I slumped onto the park bench with our wedding photo beside me. As my soul began to rise, I was still vaguely aware of my surroundings. When I saw my own lifeless body on that bench, it finally sank in. Oh, I had died. The rustling sound of leaves from across the lawn caught my attention. I turned and saw Xavier walking toward me.

Seraphina asked him, her voice dripping with false sympathy as she looped her arm through his. She glanced at me, her smile sharpening, she was enjoying this. "Poor Aurora here is taking my place tomorrow. She's to be wed to that filthy Moon Reaper. Rumors are that he's as ugly as that painting we threw out yesterday." The words hung in the air like a death sentence. Moon Reaper—the ancient enemy, a family of ruthless hunters bred for one purpose: killing werewolves like us. Legends whispered of their silver blades, their empires built on the bones of our kind. They were monsters in human form, trained from birth to hate us, to destroy our souls under the full moon.

" I wondered who it was that had used my phone to send these messages after I died. I tried my best to recall what happened after I entered the basement. However, I could not remember anything else other than the sound of something heavy dropping onto the floor. The lights in the basement were kept on for the next few days. Layla was focused on carving a plaster head using a carving knife. She traced the eye on the head carefully with the sharp tip of the knife. The facial features on the plaster head felt so familiar that it made Layla pause. Her hands trembled slightly. Philip walked over to her and gave her a nod of approval. He pointed to the sculpture of a human figure standing in a cor

he murmurs. Rolling my eyes I cross my arms leaning back in my chair, “care to share with the class?” He presses his palms together and asks, “son, have you ever heard of the Reapers?” I frown, “No. What is a Reaper?” He leans over, “so when you die, the Reaper is the one who severs your bond from this world that lets you move onto the next. For us back to the Moon Goddess. They are curious beings and only those who have seen traumatic death can see them. I’m sure there is one in our pack right now, waiting for someone to die. They are nearly untraceable and hold no allegiances to anyone but their task. Sever the bond, let the soul move on.”

But when my parents walked through the door, I bolted upright instinctively. In my mind, they had been dead for five years. Seeing them home in the flesh, perfectly fine, felt like a surreal fever dream. "Perry, do you realize what you did wrong yet?" Dad's cold, clipped question snapped me back to reality. I froze in place, my voice catching in a raspy whisper. "What exactly did I do wrong?"

Looking onto the figure of the giant that seemed to embody death itself, Mane chuckled wordlessly and said, “Hello, Reaper.”