Reaper Anubis Novels & Stories

A look of puzzlement crossed Chandra's face. "You will be reborn to start your life over. I will send you to the time when you are still a common member of the pack and not yet a Luna. I will give you this second life to correct your mistakes and to make your decisions better. I am hoping that you will not waste your second chance." The Moon Goddess then touches her head which causes her to pass out. "Chandra… Chandra… Chandra…" Her senses comes back as soon as someone is calling her name.

My eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the sight of my fellow warriors preparing for the impending battle. As I ran, my gaze fell upon the weapons being passed from hand to hand, the air filled with the clatter of metal and the resolute voices of my comrades discussing strategies. The urgency in their movements mirrored the gravity of the situation, and my heart sank with the weight of the burden I bore. "It's because of me," I whispered under my breath, my voice laden with a sense of responsibility and remorse. "All of this chaos, this imminent threat—it's because of my rebirth, my presence within this pack."

The atmosphere is charged with tension as we discuss the intricacies of our plan, careful to keep our voices low. Viper leans in, intensity etched on his face. "Salena, we need your complete cooperation. Any misstep can expose us. We require detailed information about your mate's routines, vulnerabilities, and potential witnesses." I gulp, feeling the weight of the situation pressing upon me. "I... I can provide you with the necessary details. But please, ensure no harm comes to anyone else. Just my mate," I stammer, my guilt and fear intertwining. Reaper's cold gaze pierces through me as he delivers a chilling response. "Our duty is to follow orders. We won't deviate from the plan unless ab

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

Friday finally came and I could never be any happier. Today, I was going to get my damn dream and that was to fight Grimm. Anubis came back and he was angry with me. Apparently, he was not ready to share with a vampire. “Anubis, I need this.” I whispered as I began doing push-ups in my room. “Cut me some slack, okay?” Anubis: I swear we are not going to get along. I can’t believe you want to wake this fucker up.

Again. "You learn." The Reaper says. "I teach you death magic. The same magic he's using. The same power he's wielding. You become death's champion. Death's weapon. Death's answer to the one who would end it." "And us?" Kai gestures to himself and the other mates. "You each have a role." The Reaper studies them. "Kai Thorne. Lycan King. Ancient power. You anchor Aurora to life. Keep her tethered. Keep her from becoming what she fights. Keep her human when death magic tries to make her monster."

He's practically the devil,' I said to myself, knowing that I was trapped there forever. 'Goddess, what kind of life is this that you've planned for me?' I pleaded with her. The skies outside started to darken and thunder rumbled in the distance. It wasn't coincidental, it was symbolic. "How ironic. Thunder, lighting and heavy rainfall rolls right about when the Night Reaper loses his temper and attacks one of his own men. He has never and will never know what it means to be human. Cassian Grant is nothing else but the Night Reaper. A ruthless and murderous Alpha who lost his humanity ages ago."

he said, voice low, filled with something that sounded like sorrow—and rage. Light exploded around us and the tomb trembled as if the world itself recoiled and as darkness swallowed me, I heard it, his heartbeat, steady and ancient, thudding in perfect time with mine. That was the night the Reaper woke.

Reaper was inside the Kethros dimension for eleven minutes. It felt longer. Sophia monitored his vitals on the portable equipment she'd set up beside his chair. His heart rate spiked twice. His blood pressure dropped dangerously at the eight minute mark and she had her hand on the emergency disconnect when he opened his eyes. "I found it," he said. His nose was bleeding. He didn't reach up to wipe it. "Carver's operating from an offshore research platform. Decommissioned oil rig. 340 kilometers northeast. He has twelve armed personnel, one scientist, and my daughter."

Not what she expected from a gang compound. They walked down a hall. Through a door into a massive office with large desk and windows. A man was seated by the desk on his fifties maybe. Gray at his temples. Same sharp eyes as Ghost. Same way of looking at people like they were nothing.. "Sit." The Vipers shoved them into chairs. Remove the zips, Maya felt relieved around her wrist and rubbed it. They were red marks where the plastic cut in. "I'm Reaper," the man said. "Ghost was my brother."