Reaper Anubis Novels & Stories

Ripper hands me my guns and I take them and check them before I leave the clubhouse with Rebel and Dante behind me. I kiss them both and take Rebel’s face in my hands and look into her honey coloured eyes. “We will find who did this and they will wish for death,” I say to her, her hands placed over mine. I place my forehead against hers, closing my eyes to centre myself. “Can’t have the reaper without his Scythe.” She whispers, and I open my eyes and look into hers. She knows who I am and what I am capable of. They don’t call me Scythe for nothing. The instrument of the Reaper. The instrument of death.

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"Luna Selene and the alpha have decreed it, and so it shall be." "I’m afraid that won’t be possible." Serena looks at each of them as she speaks. "I saw both pups’ future in a dream—that is why I am here. Inés’s son will also bear the mark, just like Reggan." "What are you saying?" Uriel steps closer to observe her face more carefully. Serena and he have known each other since childhood. They grew up together; they are practically siblings, and he knows that her visions always come true. "Reggan is the firstborn, the trihybrid, the Terraluphel. His presence, just minutes after his birth, is already overwhelming—you said so yourself."

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.”

He was now as clean as he could get. Reap System: Branding ability returned and usable. Current knowledge that has resurfaced is protected now. Displaying current status. Status: Ren Nebunie Race: Traveling Reaper Realm: Realization Realm Rank: Four Occupation: Apothecary Rank Silver, Elixerist Rank Gold, Inscriptionist Rank Silver Manual: Vampiric Devil Mastered, Fan Arts Mastered, Sword Arts Mastered, Claw Arts Mastered, Bow Arts Mastered, String Arts Mastered

Then the door to the warehouse swung open. Decker Kane, the Reaper King, stood at the entrance with his skull mask on and his hand through a person's scalp with his fingers pushing out of their eye sockets. A wet, sucking sound echoed as Decker ripped his hand free, the body crumpling down to the floor. He stepped over it, wiping his gloved fingers on his thigh, leaving dark smears.

a sob escaped my lips. I pressed my lips into a thin line to strangle my screams, but tears kept spilling and spilling. All I asked for was an answer. An answer to why it’s so hard to enjoy life like every other person. Why would I be an Alpha’s daughter in my new life, one without a mate again? “You should remain silent as always, Moon goddess. I’ll do what I can to make sure I clear my name as Annabel.” “I no longer want to hear from your cruel self, suit yourself Moon goddess!”

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.

Both of them should be enough to put an end to his evilness. Yet, it was her; it was her who was to face the monstrosity of her own blood. Only one reason made sense to her then, only one, and it didn’t even give her satisfaction. The Supreme Council might have thought it better for two Sylvanias to finally put an end to their clan. They themselves have the ability to do so, but they didn’t want to stain their hands with filth. So, who’d be more fitting to do the dirty work? Of course, no other than Z, the wielder whose other name was not known, the Reaper, the crown of peace, and the wielder who, as a child, has already committed a crime of murdering her own kin.

Each time I glanced up, he leaned forward and inhaled a deep breath. “What?” I asked. “You’re intoxicating,” he said as I took a sip of red wine. “And you belong at my side, not at his.” I spluttered on my mouthful. “What kind of wolf god doesn’t respect the sanctity of mates?” “I never said I was a wolf god.” “But—” “Most of my brethren have animal heads but that doesn’t mean we’re nature spirits.” My brows rose. His brother, Anubis, had the head of a jackal, but he was the Egyptian god of mummification and death. No one ever referred to him as a canine.