Reaper Anubis Novels & Stories

When we emerged from the dungeon, the Alpha gave another verdict. "I have looked upon you with pity and I shall let you live, but you must never show your face in the Hedge wolves pack again." He looked around and continued. "Now leave and never look back." I bowed my head and then left as fast as my weak legs could carry me. When I came across a brook in the woods, I was grateful to the moon goddess and I made myself camp around the brook for a day, quenching my taste and eating the wild nuts I could find while my resolve to make Ryder pay for everything he had done to me both in my first and second life grew.

I could see the gears turning in his mind, as if he was calculating the next move, trying to figure out how he fit into this puzzle of revenge I was laying out. He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So, since you’ve made up your mind about this revenge thing,” he said, his voice calm, but I could sense the weight behind his words. “Do you have a plan to accomplish it, or are we flying blind here?” I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “I have a plan… sort of,” I admitted, biting my lip. “Before I was reborn, the Moon Goddess told me a few things. She gave me some guidance, a path to follow.”

she asked shocked. I sniffed and opened my eyes. "My mind , my soul, my heart are all stone. Tears, pain and sorrow are my other names. I'm no longer Dove. I'm Dierdre. My life and all I'm gonna do after my 19th birthday will be for my parents and baby brother. I'm avenging their deaths" "You?.. all by yourself?. Don't you think it's dangerous?" She asked concerned. I turned to face her with a cold look.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

The questions swirled in my mind, a cascade of uncertainty. Vance, still holding me, observed the internal struggle etched across my face. "It's okay," he reassured, sensing the turmoil within. "We'll figure this out together, no matter who you are." As I gazed at the mirror, the truth echoed within me—I was Nadia, reborn with memories that transcended a single lifetime. "No we would not," I stayed as I looked at him. "We would not because I am not Iris. I am not your mate"

Then Anubis, in his coyote head, he penetrated him with a scream, he began to come and go, the god of the dead and of coyotes, he was pushing and pulling with deep, powerful thrusts. - Mine. – Anubis repeated with each thrust, with the movement of his pelvis, to enter and exit without stopping. - You... - He said between thrusts. - Repeat. - Anubis said between deep thrusts. So, like that, he repeated. - Your. - He said, between thrusts. Anubis was pushing and pulling, with fury and speed, in the midst of the back and forth movements, in which they reached a point that made him see stars in which he felt the waves of electricity in which the myriad of sensations enveloped him.

Reaper. I stared at the blood splattered across my white shirt in disgust. I'll probably throw it out. It's ruined now. I turned to face my victim with a sigh, ''Did I not...warn you not to make a mess?'' ''You fucking bastard!'' He yelled, blood flying out of his bloodied mouth. The blood landed on my pants this time. ''I hope you rot in hell. Fuck you! Fuck y-'' I yanked his head back by the hair and slowly raised a knife up to his eyeball. Trying to calm my breathing, I started to draw circles across his left eyelid with the knife. ''I told you...don't. Make. A. Mess.''

I was in a daze as I tried to figure out what was happening, it was then that a girl appeared in front of me catching my mate before she could fall to the ground. I stood on the spot dumbfounded as I tried to understand what just happened. I could see the disdain in her eyes when she rejected me, there was also a hint of anger in her eyes. I knew that there is a high chance that I will be rejected if my mate is not a rogue like but being rejected with disdain made me angry. I knew that she must have felt the aura on my body which made her realize that I was a rogue but being rejected as soon as she saw me hurt my pride.

But before he could complete his sentence, his eyes widened in horror. Dabria had stabbed his dark soul with the dagger of Eve. Dabria pulled the dagger out and stepped away from him. Dark flames engulfed Adrian's dark soul. His horrified screams shook the Karts pack lands. "You forgot again that I am not just a vampire. I am a reaper vampire hybrid. And as a reaper, I can kill you with whatever weapon I possess." Dabria finally answered the question Adrian asked her right before his soul was completely burnt.

It struck the ground a dozen feet in front of them. Where the beam hit, the scrubby grass, the tough little weeds, the hardy insects, everything simply… turned grey. Not dead. It was still standing, but all color, all vitality, was instantly leeched from it. It became a perfect, static sculpture of its former self, frozen in a moment of absolute apathy. A Reaper. That's what the Overseer had written. Deploy Reapers to sanitize the sector. Their weapon didn't kill. It preserved in a state of non-life. It was the ultimate expression of the Grey Sorrow's philosophy.