Reaper Anubis Novels & Stories

She could see that the outfit really did look great on her; the slacks emphasized her curves in a way she had never noticed in her usual getup. “Appearances sweetheart, they are everything down there. Now get out of here, you don’t want to be late on your first day,” Pixie grinned making a shooing motion. Lisa gave Pix a long hug then she took off at a trot and lifted off into the air, flying out of the roofless building and into the morning sky. Reapers lived in the sanctuary, a floating structure in the clouds that had massive buildings in the architecture of ancient Greek temples. The sanctuary wasn’t really in the clouds, it only appeared to be, it actually existed in a separate dimensio

But then, I felt something cold in my pocket. I reached in and pulled out a small, jagged piece of obsidian. It was a fragment of the **Reaper Core**—a piece I had subconsciously grabbed when the Emerald Tower collapsed. It was dead, inert, a piece of cosmic trash. Or so I thought. As the Mother’s silver energy washed over me, the obsidian shard began to vibrate. It didn't glow with her light. It **absorbed** it. I remembered what my father said: *The Reapers are the hardware. The Architects are the software.*

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

Yes, I'm dead and hallucinating before whatever it is decides where I go next. The nurse's voice grips my attention again. "Oh, the Scaler. That's the creature that reminds you of the last thing you heard before you died until it's sure your soul is pure. If you've committed many crimes during your mortal life, he will torture you until he is satisfied, but you'll never enter the afterlife. Instead, your soul will enter another body with no memories, and the cycle will start all over again. Since your soul was pure, he set you free and even gave you the chance to fight for your life. That doesn't happen. But maybe..." Her eyes search the room. Something's off with her sudden chance- she's no

I have so many unanswered questions about this mysterious assassin. I spent the next week preparing for the formal event while also gathering what I could about assassins that were known. None of the information told me anything. I got a few well-known female assassin names. The number one was Phantom Reaper, second was Blade of Bracken (named after this city, Bracken’s Rock), and third was simply Death. Not very original, that one. By evening, it’s time for me to attend this despicable gala to network and attempt to secure funding for my next research project. I dress sharply in a black tuxedo, my white dress shirt is crisp, and I wear a neatly knotted black tie. My hair is usually always a

There was something in the presence of him that made everyone around him seem diminished, uneasy. I should have looked away. I knew that. But I couldn't. Something I couldn't name, a pull held me in place, my gaze fixed on him. Even from this distance, I could feel the cold, hard aura around him. Broad shoulders beneath a dark coat, the fabric stretched taut over his chest. The light traced the contours of his face—sharp, handsome. Godness, how could I use such words to describe The Reaper? Darius spread his arms wide. "Alpha Kael. Welcome. My pack is honored beyond—"

To fall for any schemes Formed by the immortals He knew that soon the gates of the portals Would close on the last ever Halloween The dead would remain lost And the earth would finally bear the consequences of his wrath It’ll be a bloodbath When the decease will rise Claiming whatever the livings had baptized To belong to them And no qualms heaven or earth could stop this rain of abhorrence Till of course, The paths were closed by the only one Son of Cain Whose heart is changed But no play could do that For a changed heart came with no small pay Was this the chance to save the enduring earth and its people? Could she journey the course and be a hopeful ray? Deadly Love Ink splattered sky tur

I heard Ryder mutter quietly, his eyes glued to the calabash in which the fire was burning. After a few minutes the fire gradually started to die down until it was completely off. “The spirits have accepted you," Anastia said. A big smile immediately enveloped Ryder's face. Now, Adira, you must open your mind and welcome the connection and the voices,” Anastia said. I closed my eyes and opened my mindlink to welcome the connection. I relaxed and released a deep breath, and just then the voices all rushed in. First it was one, then two and before I knew it they were in hundreds. My head ached and pounded as the voices of the pack members entered. Each one greeted me in different voices but in

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

Where are you? Then she saw a blur of movement up ahead. Hiding behind a thick tree, she watched what was going on. And there, in a small clearing, was Daniel standing and talking with Kael-the rogue leader of the Dark Moon pack. Sophia's stomach was roiling with anxiety at every word that fell. You sure this will work?" Daniel asked, low. "I don't want to hurt Sophia." Kael laughed, the cruel sound running chills down Sophia's spine. "We'll crush the Rivers pack with your help. They'll never see it coming."