Reaper Anubis Novels & Stories

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.

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

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.

My heart leaped for joy at the realization, and I couldn't help but scream excitedly. There was a reason she brought me back, and that reason is nothing but REVENGE. In my past life, I have made countless mistakes. I was too naive and oblivious about what life truly was. Now that I know everything, I won't make those mistakes twice. I will make sure Alexis and Damon paid for the pain they caused me. They caused my death and now that I have been reborn, I'll make them pay ten folds. This is no longer the shy and naive Crimson, this is the new one, and I'm coming with full force. I got dressed and packed my hair into a ponytail before picking up my purse and phone. The door flung open and Alex

Antonov stepped toward me and grabbed my arms. "And what are you going to do if you go back now... Who will believe your words when you look nothing like Eve Sanchez... There are many ways to get back at those who wronged us Scarlet, but the best way to truly punish is to drag it out and make the culprit wish he or she was dead... I can help you get your revenge if that is what you want, all you have to do in return is live as Elde's daughter and love her as if she's your mother. Will you do it or not"

"What they have looks similar to the Nefarious Spirits from your sect." "That's nothing to it. A zombie scout found out that a low-level technique like Blackness was enough to scare them out of their minds. There's nothing for us to be worried about," Tack said. Tack projected an image of his Nefarious Spirit after arriving. It was an ancient divine general known as the Grim Reaper. He planned to use it for defense. However, it attracted a group of zombies, for some reason. They were initially nonchalant about it. It was because the zombies became pieces of corpses after they exploded from the various techniques used by Tack and the others.

“You’re joking. If it is a date, then you can find someone else. If I hurt your feelings for rejecting you, then I’m sorry. I never think of myself worth of your attention. I’m just a newbie singer who just started a career.” Anubis gives out a scornful laugh. “You really think to yourself that you are worth nothing?” he said. He moved his face to my side and whispers on my ear. “I know Drayce is a vampire. But you- I wonder what you are. I can smell demon aura in you. And you can still disguise yourself as innocent.” Demon aura? What did he mean by that? “I didn’t feel it before, and it feels weird to me. I feel it to you this morning.” Anubis said. He faced me again, his nose touching mine

I kick her in the chest the lob her head off with my blade. Reaper shifts back into his cat hellhound hybrid as he takes on anyone that dares to come at me from the right. Blaze has rejoined the melee and taken up the spot to my left between me and Bonez.

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.