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.”

Agnes shouted and Ace nodded stupidly. "You are really stupid," I muttered and Ace left leaving Agnes with me. Agnes moved closer to me and I saw her open her eyes wide. What was wrong? I looked down at my body and see that the scars on my body had disappeared. My body glowing. My skin was fresh again and everything was good again. The blood stain was there anymore. Was Layla strong again? Is she here again? "Layla," I called in my head. "Mention my name again and I will disappear!" She spoke strongly and I smiled.

She takes my hand and we walk back over to the podium. "We will now continue with the reaping. Announcer, please continue." I take my beautiful mate and lead her to our seats. I continue to hold her hand as we sit. She is shaking slightly so I continue to hold her hand. I rub soothing circles on her hand with my thumb and I feel her stiffen slightly before she relaxes. Cora remarkably remains calm and stoic. I have a feeling that she knows that she cannot show how she is feeling to those in the crowd so she mimics my behavior.

REBORNED Episode seven Then…I saw her. I sobbed. I haven’t cried in a long time And I did. “Nona!” I ran to where her body laid and tried to wake her up by shaking her body vigorously. I saw that two of her legs were scalded by the fire and she could not move. She could not breathe and she kept groaning in pain. Good God, she is alive! I sighed shakily in relief and wasted no time in attempting to carry her up.

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.

“I don’t want to think about that yet!” Lucan nodded solemnly. “We’ll return to this conversation… in time.” But just then, the door burst open. Jim. He strode in, suit still immaculate, eyes flicking briefly over me before landing on Lucan. “Lucan. How do you feel?” “Stronger,” Lucan replied. Jim nodded grimly. “Sorry to interrupt, but we have a situation. The Midnight Reaper struck again. This time… It’s a teenage child.” I gasped.

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.