Reaper Anubis Novels & Stories

“I’ll be with you, every step. I love you, okay? You’ll be fine,” “Oh come on,” Elena chuckled lightly then winced against. “I’m not in the least bit scared. Okay? I’ve died before. Or did you forget I was reborn for revenge?” ……………………………………………………………………………………………. Twelve hours later. Elena and Marco Donatelli welcomed twin baby girls to the world. Both mother and children were perfectly healthy. THE END.

ANNABELLA { The Billionaire's Maid... } CHAPTER 31-32 ≺𝕀ℕ𝔹𝔼𝕋𝕎𝔼𝔼ℕ;𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕆ℝ 𝔻𝔸𝕋??≻

Maybe this has been their plan all along: to destroy me and throw me down by making sure that my family pays for the sins that they have imagined that I committed as well. I suddenly realised how stupid I have been. I had trusted Annabel and Luke with my life; they had both seemed very reliable, and yet they had stripped me bare and killed both myself and my unborn child. I relive the pain I had felt, wishing that I could have clawed their eyes out. The moon goddess graciously offered me a second chance, and I somehow allowed this to happen again. I was blind to this possibility.

Brandishing his sword, Rean leaped to Adrian's side. By now, more corpses had sprung to life and were relentlessly lunging toward them. Adrian slashed down another corpse with his sword before turning to Rean and ask, "How's Aubrey holding up?" However, Rean silently glared at him, and Adrian understood that he probably blamed him for Aubrey's condition. Adrian shrugged off the hostility and continued fighting. After all, there were more pressing matters at hand—they had to dispose of the relentless onslaught of undead.

“Dwell malice in my soul, evoke destruction by his one growl. I call upon the God of death- Come forth, Anubis.” Moving his hand in the air to assert his dominance, a transparent image of Anubis began to form, explicitly large in size, holding his staff, controlled by Tristan. Everyone’s features hardered, not expecting his would be called Anubis but excited to face Drayce, he intended to go all out. Growling, Drayce came near to attack Tristan but he moved his hand down and Anubis released an intense attack which wiped everything coming in the direction of his attack, stopping that dragon in the process too.

She paced across the black marble floor with a slow and calculated grace while she inspected my ruined appearance. "You really thought you could orchestrate a fake assassination attempt in the gardens and get away with it?" Rhea asked in a quiet and mocking tone. I stared at her in shock because her accusation sounded absolutely insane to my ears. "I did not orchestrate anything and that cultist actually tried to kill me out there," I defended myself and took a cautious step backward. "Do not play dumb with me because I know exactly how ambitious your desperate father is," Rhea sneered and pointed the tip of the dagger toward my face.

He grabbed a second submachine gun from the wall rack and checked the chamber with a metallic clack that sounded like a death knell. ​"They’re in the lower tunnels," he growled, his eyes fixed on the security monitors. The screens showed thermal signatures—ghostly white figures emerging from the black water of the grotto. They were moving with military precision, draped in sleek rebreather gear and carrying compact, high-caliber weapons. "The Reapers. The Council’s personal cleanup crew. They don't take prisoners, Leona. They erase mistakes." ​"And we're the biggest mistake they ever made," I said, my voice surprisingly steady as I tightened the grip on the sidearm he’d given me. The adrenal

I scrambled away, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. The water-Reaper took a step onto the bank, its form solidifying as it left the river, becoming a figure of sculpted darkness, its surface shimmering with trapped moonlight and crawling filaments of black-gold code. It didn’t look at me. It looked at Marcus. >Asset: Marcus. Designation: Infected. Protocol: Reaper. Directive: Assume control. Marcus stood his ground, his head cocked. “Directive conflict. Primary target: Thorn.” >Thorn is mine, the water-Reaper intoned, its voice the sound of a rushing river and grinding stone. >You are recalled.

A reaper that will work for Umbra and only Umbra. Rain begins to pour over the top of us as we fight. More wolves come to fight as both my wolves and the wolves with Chaos grow in numbers, but I have something Chaos doesn't have. I have the ancestors. The ancestors pour the rain over us and bring the thunder. They push Chaos and his wolves back into the woods. "Be gone!" The ancestors say. The rain clears, and the wolves collapse to the ground. I look to my right to see Fallon and Libby. "They want me to die. Does anyone want me to be the reaper?" Fallon asks.

she warned, more like threatened. I was not shaken though, I only folded my hands across my chest, a smug grin dancing on my lips. "Speaking of assignments, I think I'm all good in that aspect. I have done what I was hired to do. Nyx Uren is a hybrid, a combination of an Alpha werewolf and a great Sorcerer. Nyx is a were-sorcerer and the weight of her powers or capabilities is still unknown. She must remain under close observation until all about her unique self is revealed"